A panopticon is not a panaceia. 

It does not preclude the optical illusion,

Nor the potential for delusion.

The scale on the map does matter;

For this is not the Lilliput royal court,

But a court of public opinion enthralled

With deciding the song and dance du jour,

Dispensing the diktat of the zeitgeist,

And though the suitors swarm the palace,

Telemachus is bitter and Odysseus in flight,

All will be well if Penelope parrots the words

That shroud the truth, and stays weaving on her loom...