The Thief

A thief bored a hole in the wall of a bank, right into the safe. He disabled the alarm, made the perfect heist, got away without detection, went out into the world to enjoy his labor's fruits. For years he dissipated himself, pursuing exotic pleasures, but finally had to admit that the faster he chased them, the more he felt like a pauper, all his wealth notwithstanding. At last he gave up, fleeing desperately into the jungle, sat himself under a tree and began there to reconnoiter the Treasure within him. For years he chipped away at its vault, till at last one day, he struck pay dirt. He penetrated the real Fort Knox. The Fountain of Love overflowed and he basked in its riches. He himself became a Treasury, giving generously to all who came to where he sat naked under his tree till the end of his days on earth.