You want your fingers in every pie as the saying goes. There is nothing that you have put your hand to and not ruined. Yet, you pride yourself on the skill of your hands and those of your words.
Your lying eyes and words draw out truth from out of poor mouths and twist it out of shape to form new stories. You spread it across your circles to gain the title of a martyr.
Sometimes, I wonder, you would look at yourself in the mirror and see what a job you have made of your being in the know.