Chapter 83: Justice

A man who killed in revenge over everything that he had lost. An execution awaits him.

Do we know the full story? Have we seen it his way as well?

His eyes gaze over those who around the execution grounds. The saddest eyes.

'Justice', they cry out.

'This is a most heinous deed that I would not have committed if I were in his shoes', so they claim.

Are they sure they are not saying this just to make themselves feel good? And have they considered everything from all points before making a decision?

Maybe. Maybe not.

To avoid a biase decision, a group of people are gathered to discuss before coming to a conclusion.

This cannot be denied. It is difficult to have everyone's view before making a decision. That is understood.

But this does not escape my point of today. Those who have the power make the rules.

Chosen at random, and with fairness, you say? I have to laugh at this. Nothing is truly random. Every force, both physical and mental at work eventually equate to a decision. I find it hard to believe in the concept of random.

Further more, who makes the rules? Humans. Humans making rules for other humans like them. If one's heart is imperfect and impure in some way, as well as biased to some point, then how can the same kind of person make perfect laws?

How is it possible for an imperfect being to create and administer something perfect?

This kind of 'justice', feels like an illusion meant to present the vision of peace.

Rather than justice, I would call these rules the thoughts of those who have the most power.

Justice is blind... but those in power do not seem to be carrying guiding sticks.