Lost in the desert, you're dreaming of an oasis; a pond of clear fresh water filtered by secular white sands, surrounded by palm trees building a shady vault over your head, crumbling under the weight of juicy dates... But you are Midas, and you're doomed to change it all in gold. Doomed, yes, because whatever Trump says, you can't nor drink nor eat gold.
Pauline tells you a story:
One day, as Ovid relates in Metamorphoses XI (Greek mythology), Dionysus found that his old schoolmaster and foster father, the satyr Silenus, was missing. The old satyr had been drinking wine and wandered away drunk, to be found by some Phrygian peasants who carried him to their king, Midas.
Midas recognized him and treated him hospitably, entertaining him for ten days and nights with politeness, while Silenus delighted Midas and his friends with stories and songs. On the eleventh day, he brought Silenus back to Dionysus in Lydia.
Dionysus offered Midas the choice in whatever reward he wished. Midas asked that whatever he might touch should be changed into gold.
Midas rejoiced in his new power, which he hastened to put to the test. He touched an oak twig and stone; both turned to gold. Overjoyed, as soon as he got home, he reached every rose in the rose garden, and all became gold. He ordered the servants to set a feast on the table. Upon discovering how even the food and drink turned into gold in his hands, he regretted his wish and cursed it.
Claudian states in his In Rufinem: "So Midas, king of Lydia, swelled at first with pride when he found he could transform everything he touched to gold; but when he beheld his food grow rigid and his drink harden into golden ice, then he understood that this gift was a bane and in his loathing for gold, cursed his prayer."