Clearly, today has not found me in the sunlit uplands of the mind, despite the fact that the recent clouds and rain here appear to have abated for a bit. Perhaps it's the shift to margarine from butter with brunch. (Long story -- needed to arrive with foodstuffs at the end of the journey, and it travels easier.)
I have no desire to march on the Winter Palace, as that's just a roundabout way to try to rule from a Winter Palace. Live simply, so that others may simply live. I have my own Garden of the Incapable Administrator, and the sword of Cincinnatus is plowing the fields of the mind (barring deracination). But securing sufficient means for simplicity can be a challenge in some cultural contexts. Excess is much easier, given the economies of scale.