Who said that you, a man, can always perceive justice?
Who said that justice is what you imagine? Can you be sure that you know it when you see it, that you will live long enough to recognize the decisive thunder of its occurrence, that it can be manifest within a generation, within ten generations, within the entire span of human existence?
What you are talking about is common sense, not justice.
Justice is higher and not as easy to understand – until it presents itself in unmistakable splendor. The design of which I speak is far above our understanding.
The Ohio sun goes south for the winter Or it slacks, tired of shining all day The toll of constant heat to make helium creating elements for the universe.
But the gray it leaves us makes the heart ache Not immediately, like a lover that leaves you but like an infatuation that fades after the initial burst an absence that at the same time surprises you and gnaws at you, building through time A dull ache a fading glow of an ember in your soul.
Everything is so quiet with the winter sun gone the chatter of possibilities muted. the sky is neutral monochrome whitewashing the atmosphere drawing a veil across the universe.
So the world must turn into itself meditating on what could be without heaven. No shine to illuminate the way so we must make the path ourselves.