Consumption deduction

 

He was the keeper of clutter, a connoisseur of comfort, surrounded by a sad symphony of his own strivings. He sat, a king among his conquests, a monarch of mechanisms. 

Yet, as the sun began its silent, sinking spectacle, painting the placid pond a perfect palette of pink and pearl, he felt a strange stillness. This fleeting fire required no maintenance, no mastering, no mortgage. 

His epiphany was pure, and pithy: the glorious victory was not in the wares he had won, but in the quiet, calming conclusion that he needed nothing at all.