A man walks through the market with a glass gem around his neck. The glow blinds some, dazzles others. Many approach to comment on its beauty.
“Tis not mine.” Is his only response.
The beam catches the eye of a thief. He devises a plan, and throws a heap of dust into the air. In the sudden confusion, he snatches the gem for himself.
“Now the light is mine”, he says as he bends over his covet, blockng the sun.