I am thinking of growing a moustache, one that fills out the area below my nose and continues on either side to run right across my upper lip. I had one before. I grew something like a moustache when I was 17 years old. I shaved it off when I was 21. I haven’t had one since. But today my face is better suited to the task.
Recently I looked in the mirror and assessed my hair. Yes, I have thinned out on top, but on the sides my hair grows thick. Taken all together, my locks are flyaway, unmanageable and greying. Am I a dead ringer for Albert Einstein? I too can stick out my tongue just like he did when asked to smile for the camera on his birthday.
My new persona agrees with a maxim of modern life: If you can’t be smart, look smart. And you can’t get any smarter than Einstein.
Maybe God is playing dice with my appearance.