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Here i am in my bearded glory. It shall only grow longer, and the more worthily i shall be able to achieve beard-stroking contemplation. The face sprouts forth a message, and most of us refuse to listen, we brashly attack it with our razors and lathery cream. Letting our bodies engage in natural cycles and processes can teach one much about oneself, and even, if i am not thinking too loftily, about life at large. This beard is a messenger, a messiah of sorts, who has come to sing of the glorious miracle of face-hair to all the poor Japanese men who viciously assault whatever hair they can grow. My friends, do you cover the hibernating mouse's burrow with stones on the first day of spring? Let us live as the humans we are, and let us celebrate the wonders that spring forth from our skin!