Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

If you know me then you know its rare to see me with out a face full of beard. Human beings in a mob. I had a co-worker ask me about my beard one day. I had to explain to him. I only saw my dad maybe twice in his life without hair on his chinny chin-chin.  I realized that I associate Masculinity with a beard. It is the pinnacle.   A couple years a go I shaved clean just so I could show my sons what my face looked like it. 

My sons were shocked. They asked me what did I do. There was a little bit of rubbing my face. Some hard stares and funny faces being made. People at work were asking me what had happened in my life. As if to suggest it had to be some sort of crisis. I posted the photo online. It was an emphatic response for beard. I got comments like the guy on the right is a stranger.

What does my beard mean to me? It is my identity. I would undoubtedly be a different person without it.