"Tick Tock Tick Tock
Soon we're all dead but we still wanna have some.
Memento mori you say but I still wanna have fun."
Random words I contrived to form up into poetry, or maybe word out the the full rap that these words were first initiated and hummed to.
All is well but this isn't about my lyrical aptitude. This is something different. About my other passion;- horological masterpieces. When I first saw this pair it brought me way back to when I was a St. Gabriel's boy. A by no means mischievous but an abundantly curious one; I would crash the party on masses and when i saw this particular piece it invoked my memory on the first reality check on life I had then. - I clearly remember an aged men in white robes walking around and placing ashes in a cross (grey chalk which I initially thought it was) on the people heads and people whispering "In all thy works be mindful of thy last end and thou wilt never sin." Thereafter I went back and when I finally got to ask my mis-informed Catholic friend what was the ritual about he told me that it was to tell people that they will die (clearly left out a lot of information for me). I got a shock and guess what. I never went back. So many years later when I finally stumbled back upon memento mori I finally reveled that he was half right and that though morbid as it may seem time is the exact reminder to the remainder of our mortality. One day someone is going to invent a biometric watch that will indicate to the accuracy of nano-seconds till our departure from this world. Until then the next best alternative is a beautiful work I wouldn't mind being put to rest with by Peter Speake-Marin.
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