Has it never struck you how odd it is, our obsession with that we which we call your face? Aside from its material constituents, we attribute an infinitude of immaterial worth to the face in this primitive fixation of ours. By a face’s constitution, we judge where in society its bearer belongs, defining how to treat the person underneath. For, indeed, we treat our faces as shorthand disclosure of our souls, as the core component to which we ascribe our identity. He's president of the video game club and will convince you to join, regardless of your degree of interest.