kinda interesting how when you pluck, shave, clip, exfoliate, and so on you are deciding which bits of organic matter don't get to be part of your gestalt anymore. culling the herd. out with (some of) the old.

Oh daughter of my follicle, thank you for accompanying me -- us -- on this strange journey. Our time together has been all too brief, but you and your sisters have done well to protect the flesh of my brow. Let us now part with warm bonhomie, and may luck accompany the transition to your new existence somewhere in the carpet near my computer chair.

Amen.