Sure, you don't; but your subconscious does, and you can't control that dastardly lump of grey matter. But it's okay, your subconscious probably won't go to heaven with you because of all the naughty stuff it does, so you have nothing to worry about (no offense intended, unless of course I subconsciously intended it in which case I apologize for that guy's behavior, he's out of control)
Amazing Avatar, how sweet the sound, That saved a human like me. I once was paraplegic but now I walk, Was tan, but now I'm blue. T'was Pandora that taught my heart to fear. And Neytiri, my fears relieved. How precious did Neytiri appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and toruks, I have already come; 'Tis Neytiri that brought me safe thus far and Neytiri will lead me home. The Colonel has promised legs to me. His word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess a lanky figure, A life of joy and plugging my hair into places where it should not be plugged in. When we've been here ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun. We've no less days to sing Pandora's praise Than when we've first begun.
