Cuspid: (n) a tooth with a single projection point or elevation; canine.
I have always felt that the trouble with perspectives is that you can only display one at a time.
Although I have met fellow travelers who feel they have come up with a perspective that is universal, I think anything that rattles around in our minds collects all the dust and goop of its surroundings.
In other words, our opinions permeate our perspectives.
Whenever I hear anyone talk about the subject of teeth or the positioning of a cuspid, I have to silence my soul and ease my simmering frustration. Even in my family, there are those who are greatly perturbed by their teeth and will spend thousand of dollars to improve the situation.
(You can see by the sentence I just shared that my perspective is showing my prejudice.)
There is absolutely nothing wrong with being concerned about your teeth (even if you discover that your cuspids are actually bicuspid).
I will concur with that statement if you will agree with me that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being unconcerned with a gap between one’s teeth.
Unfortunately, the “gappers” are highly critical of the “toothers” for being overwrought and the “toothers” are nearly repulsed at the sight of a “gapper.”
I don’t know why we think it’s strange that we have wars, struggles, bigotry and mayhem in our world.
When you consider the dissension that can befall us simply by discussing the cuspid, it’s easy to understand how this could be multiplied seven times over when arguing the Godhead.
If you have lovely teeth, I am very happy for you.
But please understand—I have chosen to take my time, my money and my sense of well-being and sit over here with my teeth as they are and let them last just like me—for as long as they can hang in there.