Emaciated recluse living in a dilapidated old house, hiding stockpiles of stocks, bonds, gold and coin.
Deeds logged secretly by an insincere philanthropist to measure feigned compassion--
All adding up to a colossal collection of broken mirror shards of the image of one.
Masses peering at the world at large through fogged up windows, attempting to evaluate rare, fine art works distinguishable only by esoteric art appraisers
Like spectacled primates earnestly attempting to decipher ancient coded
scrolls in cap and gown, smugly ignoring true scholars and world-class intellectuals around the once round but now warped and asymmetrical table of equality.
These often better dressed Status Quo Simians sit comfortably around this table teaching the ancient art of superficial conformity:
The logic of the masses;
society's collective mob mentality pseudo-intellectual cancer cells.
Follow or be left behind to be judged by the mob tribunal
witch hunt.
Day oft brings truth disguised.
Look a little closer next time!!!