Plenty of plastic gold bars to go around; more imitations than fine originals.

But that’s the whole idea. We are in the garden of imitations, the forest of fake and frippery.

We love it. We went to school, so we were trained to love it. The easy, what is already said, rule to follow.

Originality is not a trait required for sainthood, but saints are not being recruited by esteemed personnel departments.

Still, what do they know?

Are we talking of the saints or the personnel quacks? Who knows.