He's been right about everything.
That's the problem.
Somewhere between the third company dissolving and a one-way ticket to Jerusalem, Eli stops moving long enough to ask the question he's been outrunning for fifteen years.
In the Old City he finds an old man in a shop full of keys for locks that no longer exist. The old man doesn't give answers. He only asks questions.
The questions change everything.
Running parallel, three thousand years earlier, a king who had more than anyone in human history sat down at the end of it all and wrote the most honest thing ever put to paper.
He wasn't depressed.
He was finally free.
Vapor is a novel about what it costs to see clearly. About the thing underneath the ambition. About the person waiting on the other side of all that forward motion.
Inspired by Ecclesiastes.
All is vapor. What matters endures.