For those of you who don’t know, I have a goatee most of the time. True it is a rather pathetic and ill kept goatee which I blame of genetics and a lack of good manly facial hair, but it is a goatee. A few days ago I worked out why I wear it. If one day I’m walking down the street (like one does) and I meet myself from a parallel dimension I will know straight away that I’m the evil one, which will make any adventures that follow a lot more fun. From this knowledge I draw a calming sense of certainty, certainty in an unlikely event, but that seems to be the only sort of certainty we can hope for.
Why did you come here looking for insight?