Sometimes even a liar inadvertently reveals a deeper truth. In the zeigeist of the age, the only thing that matters is profit.
Thinking on it all, I wrote this;
Protestant work ethic
A story is told of monks who, seeking purity
Eschewed the love of money
Let not your corrupting coin ever touch our skin
For no-one pushes two masters through
The needle’s narrowed eye.
Perhaps inevitably, over time
Piety was overpowered by practicality
So that when conducting commerce
The monks wore gloves.
Come the reformation
All gloves were taken off.