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winndixie
·Goodness. This weighs on me as well. We were raised to be ascetic. Although I have a big tv, nice jeep and a nice, though small house. But I worry about the spiritual as much as the material worlds. Material things wear out, sort of like my body... haha
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me.
“Vanity of Vanities: A Review of the Omega Speedmaster” by Solomon, Son of David, King in Jerusalem
I turned mine eyes upon the Moonwatch—crafted not in haste, nor without purpose. Its case, stainless steel, gleams like the shields of my mighty army. The tachymeter bezel—black as sackcloth—measures time as if man could restrain the wind or trap eternity beneath the sapphire crystal.
Its chronograph hearkens unto the journeys of Apollo, when mortals trod the heavens, and planted flags as if permanence were theirs. Indeed, this watch hath been upon the moon! Yet still it ticks, mortal as I, who built palaces and gardens—only to ask: “To what end?”
The bracelet is forged of steel, not gold; restraint in opulence, wisdom in design. Precision beats within it—caliber 3861, coaxial and masterful— yet even it shall falter in time, as all things born of man must.
I tested it under the sun. I timed my steps through my vineyard. The chronograph did not multiply my harvest. The moonphase did not alter the tides of my soul. I wore it, and still the night came without mercy.
Thus I say unto thee, O reader: Buy if thou wilt, and wear it proudly. Let the sapphire catch the light, and your wrist sing of triumph. But know this: the Speedmaster is beautiful, yes—but also a chasing after the wind.
