Granted, but now there are no pain receptors connected to your brain so you never feel pain and don't realise that there's a knife sticking out of your shoulder.
I wish I knew where my fishy necklaces were.
please grant me my small wish; (love me to the marrow of my bones)
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot