A simple answer

To whom or what do we owe our daily harvest? That understated capacity to function as a dentist, to sit next to our yearning patients and perform minor miracles each hour of our working day? What is it that enables our assistants to flank said patients and relieve them of the excessive detritus generated by the intense diligence of the dentist? How does one muster the confidence to grace the engine room that is the dental surgery, to employ its technology and tools to impress the healthiest possible smile on a waiting room of patients breathless with anticipation?

Well, the answer is so simple that it almost escapes you, but is so profound that it can be given in two simple words: the compressor.

While lesser mortals merit their own limited human ability for their success, real clinicians understand that the single biggest contributor to their productivity is that humble unit furiously shuddering away in the deep recesses of the practice. As if possessed of a rabid desire to burrow into the Earth's core, the compressor gives of itself an unyielding and unconditional vibration, a musical timbre resonating throughout the building, filling the background with its song and sound.