You know, Laurel, here in the unseen, where everything is always spotlessly clean, all gadgets work, dust never settles, and everyone's fit as a fiddle, we often miss the deep sense of satisfaction that you feel for a job well done, breaking a sweat, busting a move or otherwise living such blessed physical lives in such a magically spiritual world.
Truly, magic on its own, without even a smidge of suspense, bores.
You should see how fit I am,
The Universe
Of course we have gadgets, Laurel! Where do you think your inventions come from?
