I am guided by these lights. I am welcomed by them. And I am embraced by them as I touch down once again on this gentle soil of my own making. I am just another hunter looking for a way home. A familiar cry, some would say, but let this be my way to travel and exhibit all my gifts and abilities, woven together from a tapestry of grand desires. Yes, I want it all this time, the whole kit and kaboodle as they say. Nothing less will do.
What else can one say about these men? They are a sad lot indeed. Their power is gone. Their fraudulent business empires are crumbling. Their paper money is tattered and in shreds. What have they achieved? Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! They literally have nothing to show for all their accumulating, their avarice and their controlling addictions.