Insight #283:
I use a fountain pen. A proper one with an ink well, not an ink cartridge. The marketing material describes it as “a deep red barrel with short black marks and subtle gold overlay with a wide 18 karat gold plated nib.”
It is a beautiful pen. It looks old and dignified. And it writes smoothly, effortlessly. Whenever I use it in public, people admire it. Some admire in the way they look at it. By now I can tell. Others are more vocal and touchy-feely, but few dare write with it.
Sadly, when I tell them how much I paid for it, almost all seem disappointed. Once they know the price, the pen somehow loses its luster. Why is that? The pen has not changed!
It seems that beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. Until the mind computes the price. What materialistic nonsense!
Oh, the price of the pen? About thirteen dollars.
Welcome to my side of the nonsense divide.
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