Jester.

For when the world is your stage, and you are your own  character you become magnificent at acting. So magnificent, that you’re mistaken for the jester with bells ringing at your feet. Afterall you are exhibiting to an interested audience. Do you really do things for your own satisfaction, or the satisfaction of others? As long as they’re pleased by your performance, the show is a success. Moral aloneness is inevitable, and we’ll all go on performing. It aint over ’til the fat lady sings.