Help, I'm alive

I think I could go on living if I never had to have a dental hygienist pick my teeth again with one of those ultra-sonic blaster things.  What a sad, inhuman experience.  Either let my teeth rot out or let me just have eternal-state teeth that never decay, never get coffee stains, never fracture.  What are teeth anyway? Where did they come from, evolutionarily speaking? Are you telling me that random DNA mutations spawned two rows of 18 teeth surrounding a tongue in perfect array?  How many previous rejected hominids had the teeth in alternate configurations, like right in the middle of the roof of their mouths, and were continually biting their tongues?  Every 10 seconds they were cursing, holding their mouths.  And so they failed to survive.  Does Jesus have teeth now?  Those funny little bones, disconnected from other bones in their gummy substrate. Does one think of God having teeth, and if you saw him now, would they be the whitest teeth you ever saw? Did Jesus get cavities, because the water was not fluorinated back then? Does he still have them, and if so why? Does taking on the form of a man mean having these semi-random bones jutting around in one's mouth? And were his teeth perfect and straight, or would he require braces today?  And if they were crooked and over-bitten, or if, say, three teeth had to be pulled during the course of his life, are they all back in place now that he is in the state of his glorification? What would he say to the horrid procedure of having plaque blasted off using ultra-sonic sound waves, sending blinding jolts of paroxysm through his frame?  Would this be part of being "acquainted with sorrow" today? Would he submit to having a crown put on his teeth? Would he find it ironic, given that he laid down all crowns when he left heaven to come to earth?  Would it remind him of the "crown of glory and honor" to come?  When we cast our crowns at his feet, will that include the one I will be getting next month on my #18 molar?  How much more prosthesis will I permit to be added to my mortal coil?  When a person has artificial teeth, and maybe a knee joint or two, is he some percentage less human?  A little more like The Borg of Star Trek, The Next Generation?  And does the natural repugnance of anatomical replacement stop us from proceeding with the horror? No. But consider this question: if a ship, let's say some clipper, gets some pieces replaced, then more pieces, until finally every piece of the ship has been replaced, is it still the same ship?  Can it bear the same name?  If so, then what is the ship's identity? It cannot have been those particular parts that made up the first ship.  So what happens when a human being is replaced by artificial parts?  Does the plastic, silicone, enamel, steel or whatever become me?  Is it identified by my name - like you could take my elbow and say this is John Common's elbow, but what if it was a steel replacement elbow?  No, you would say it's foreign, alien, not really JC's elbow. So, if science makes it possible to replace every part of a person, will that person cease to exist?  My teeth are now approximately 10% foreign matter. But I think I would rather have no teeth than have one of those ultra-sonic picks used on my teeth again.