One day at the company-wide meeting a fatherly CEO invited his employees to the boardroom for a silent sit-and-imagine session. His right arm (aka PR) gave the familiar gesture for everyone to imagine themselves in the lushest of lush gardens. By-and-by, an array of hydroponic greenery descended from the micropolkadot ceiling’s well-oiled machinery. Lengthy vines rustled their fronds gently in the air-conditioned breeze. From the center of the meeting table a hidden door slid open and a gnarled rubber tree was elevated to view. The employees watched as the spotlight above, illuminated its leaves. Within minutes, the decomposition began and the shiny leaves turned dark brown. It’s trunk shriveled and the branches fell. The employees breathed deeply while Lokken nodded his head toward the face of Bill Gates, which appeared in the fresh humus of the ol’ rubber tree.