Question: Have you ever looked at your eyebrows?

I mean really looked at them; gazing, staring, wondering what purpose
they may serve?

Most people, it seems, tend to take eyebrows for granted. And though
they are, no doubt, occasionally reminded of them after spotting old
British guys with their rampant bushy brows flapping in the wind like
demented screech owls, they still seem to forget that they too are in
possession of such things.

Why is that?

Do people intentionally make themselves forget? Perhaps not wishing
to be reminded that eyebrows and their possible meaninglessness stand as
a perfect metaphor for the likely meaninglessness of their very own lives?

Have you ever looked in the mirror and asked yourself why coarse hair
grows from your head in two distinct spots, or for some people, one long distinct spot? Don't the Anthropologists have an answer? Perhaps evidence of a hominid whose winged length of brow allowed the creature to leap gently from tree to tree? Or how about Darwin? Did he not discuss reasons for eyebrows when he pondered evolution? Say how that very same hominid was forced to evolve on the ground and learn to play mandolin in the back hills of Appalachia because their jealous Neanderthalistic cousins refused to stop knocking them out of the sky with large chunks of granite? What do the wily Creationists have to say? Do we have eyebrows because we are made in God's image? Why then would God have eyebrows? Are His/Hers/Its bushy? If so, does that mean that God is British?

Well, when I realized that eyebrows were not simply aesthetic arches
of hair set upon a bony ridge and were instead perplexing curiosities of
purpose, then I realized that, my god, I have no idea what I am talking
about. Sorry.