White magic and Black magic. The term for healer in Greek also means killer, as medicine also means poison. Both are related to scapegoat. When you think of terms like secular priest or mentor (as used in reference to themselves by highest level advisors to highest level wealth) they have that kind of duality. The altar reeks of blood beneath the slain one. Communion we call it. Drawn into this sacred dance as priest or lamb or goat is there any question of the risk? As to the eternal reward, is that a bet you would take in wagering your life, as opposed to, say, mine? I love Reverend J. Swift because in him is a fusion of the pagan or barbaric elements in Christianity and the Classical tradition of satire, the flayed god. Yet, the best sermon resolves to laughter. The best medicine, another communion. As long as the one we laugh at is ourselves, since the Superior Alternative hangs before us. Quo vadis? Not me. So I was saying just the other day, sharing a bottle of wine, to my own Mentor, and Spiritual Guide, The Happy Tutor, Dungeon Master to the Stars in Wealth Bondage: Our Brand of Good.
Shut up, said Tutor, here comes an Ultra-High-Net-Worth Individual. Right in our Target Demographic. Look sharp, we may yet get a patron! You be the Priest, I'll be the Pimp; one of us has to score, or he can have us both, seriatim ad libitum; Sin and Absolution for a Flat Fee, as befits our roles as Fiduciaries.