ah those Emperors! They of course will never admit to being naked themselves. They will find every sort of fig leaf to wave in front of their private parts, assuring us all (and themselves) that these have been woven out of the most rare, delicate and sympathetic threads. And of course ordinary people want to believe that they have been witness to the delicate threads of Emperors... so they will bow down before them, feeling the nudity, nodding their heads at the seeming transparency of the threads.
The trouble is that Emperors and their subjects can quite happily continue to coexist in a virtual world of sympathetic threads. The odd village idiot pointing at their private parts can be laughed off: the virtual world is bigger and stronger than the idiots. They prop each other up, occasionally hiding the private parts of those who can't find a fig leaf big enough.
And the village idiot shouts louder and appears more idiotic.