Nature abhors a straight line. Nature’s paths wind, loop back around, drift and stray. We claim the fastest way between two points is a line, but who are we to claim that the fastest way is the best way? Where do we get by traveling the straight path, merely to our destination? But where do we get by meandering? Only the forest knows, but it’ll happily lead us there.
Zirconium is a sturdy metal. With a melting point of over three thousand degrees, low conductivity, and strength, it is commonly used in space to protect fragile hardware. There is no metal better suited to the sturdy, rugged marriage. With its brushed exterior, this solid zirconium ring will handle any rigor you could throw at it, whether you’re climbing a mountain or orbiting the earth.
Around a distant star in a distant galaxy, there’s a planet whose surface is covered by a dense, black water. The tides of its moon and sun raise its ocean in titanic swells that scrape the clouds and lumber slowly across its face. The waves don’t break—there’s nothing to break them—and so if you’re careful, you can plant yourself in a dinghy or a raft right at the trough and ride it up, up, up to the summit, where you can look out and see the world.
The moon is not barren, the moon is sparse. Its face, edge to edge with craters, is not pock-marked, but storied. An archive of all its history, every minor addition, and subtraction recorded in perpetuity. The good, the bad, the neutral; its surface tells everything, holds nothing back. The moon has nothing to hide from the world—it doesn’t need tectonic plates and flowing water to airbrush itself into smoothness. The moon knows what its story is, and it’s fine sharing it with you too, because after all, without craters it would hardly be the moon we know.