Wisdom Hair

Three inches of thin, effervecent white filament grows smack dab in the middle of my chest.  I am a woman, mind you, but this single strand of hair reminds me of an old man's chest or a unicorn's hair.  Is that so strange though? After all, I seek the serenity and self-assuredness characteristic of old age.  I want that wisdom. I want to be magical and beautiful and free like a unicorn. So I just stroke the hair contentedly, hoping that eventually I will grow into my wisdom hair.