What a face (and I earned it)!

Rob Cain

Rob Cain?

Rob Cain?

Rob Cain?

Which one is me?  The more I look in the mirror I see a Roman bust staring back at me.   What you don’t understand, the guy on the left, was proud of every wrinkle on his face.  It gave him dignatus.  It marked him as a serious minded force to be reckoned with.   This marks the difference between us.  I am bemoaning the white hair, the bags under the eyes.  The guy on the left revels in them.  The wrinkles are  badges of honor.  He survived horror, death, war, and disease.   I look at a picture of myself and shrink back in horror.  Where was the youth that was?  The Rob Cain (left) sees himself as a model of Roman virtue, the Rob Cain (right) is wondering about plastic surgery. 

That is the difference between us and them.  Why do you think he allowed himself to be carved that way?  A photo of me is one thing, it is taken in seconds, but to sit through the long process of a stone bust being carved of your likeness tells me that it was intentional.

I am old and still alive!  The gods favor me!

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