Wrinkles

We all know that the stunning model in the wrinkle-cream add is actually sixteen, and the only wrinkle she's familiar with is when she screws up her pert little nose in distaste at the sight of anyone aged over twenty-five.

So why do we fall for the ruse? Why are women – and now men – spending millions on trying to halt the natural flow of gravity that adds welcome character to our faces? We are suckers, each and every one. We are buying wrinkle cream because if we don't, we risk being left behind in the rush for eternal youth.

There's only one place where you are eternally young, and you don't need expensive cosmetics to achieve it: your real home in the spirit world. You are a soul. Earth life is just a kooky game.

Outside of the plastic surgeon's knife, wrinkles are an inescapable fact of physical life. And yes, aging brings us closer to death. Maybe we are using wrinkle creams as a talisman to ward off death. Death is great! Death is release from Earth life, and the nightmare of keeping up appearances.

Let's be proud and strong, and say, 'Down with expensive creams! Long live the gorgeous wrinkle...'