0311 Eternal Justice

I was just staggering in the gate with two heavy bags from an exhausting week’s conference when the conman and his accomplice got me right at my own front door – I’m mortified by the memory – they could replace my missing roof tiles in a moment, look, the ladder’s already up there, the accomplice is halfway up, now he’s already on the roof in his plimsolls, now he's shaking the chimney-stack, look, it's loose .... no cash? oh, they’d drive me to the nearest cash-point… well, you can guess the rest – anything for a quiet life… as I dozed off that evening, flushed with anger, blushed with stupidity, too tired to crawl to bed, realizing that conmen have all the skills of hypnotists, enlightenment struck: the next morning, I would wake up 150 dollars the poorer but morning-fresh; ‘they’ would wake up with the urgent need to seek another mug each day. And I realised that sublime, ruthless, beautiful, tragic, comic, eternal justice is - to be – to live it through as - just as we are; right now… heroes or victims of ourself .