Rose Writings

I have been struck with the meaning of justice, and its requirement in the matters of public, and society. Further, its removal from the matters of the Law, in this written with a capital L, for it is an entity of its own separation.

I have come to believe that law does not spring from morals, but is rather, the still water at the base of a hill, from which moral wisdom is the spring, and justice, is the stream therein between. Following this analogy, it is the stream, justice, which has in it life, movement, change and the allowance of something new. Like a steam, justice will find a way to act out in a way natural to it. Justice is here, born from morals and in its descent, not its fruition, becomes the stagnated law which many applaud as its culminated perfection; its distilled purity.

This all to say: Justice is not law, nor simply the enforcement of what is prohibited, and further is not the vengeance that law takes upon those that commit these prohibited actions in discordance with the law. Justice is what is good for the public, it is public service, it is the keeping of peace through the efforts of both the people, policies, and guardians of the society. We do ourselves a disservice, when we believe it is only the enforcers of law that do perform justice, when it is rarely the case- It is in fact, the citizen, who picks up a piece of trash, helps an elder cross a road, it is the citizen who chooses the local shop in place of the larger corporation.

Law is the rule of what not to do, Justice, is what a people, decide is the moral thing to do, and it is not written, it is not said, it is not anywhere mentioned, but it is in the minds and souls of every person in the society, it is in the choices made, in the votes cast, and in the works performed by the society, the citizen, the human. Do not, either, believe it to be written in stone, or paved in mud, Justice is a living thing, as changing and lively as a stream and will change each and every day. Set not your expectation of justice to what is law, for laws and morals are quite different, and will, at times interrupt one another. Justice is what is good, it is the actions taken to build towards the good of the society, it is the beginning, the path and the goal for every person- the variability, is whose good they have in mind.

The true good, the everlasting good, is the good of the people, of society for you only live today. What good is your present in the face of fifty years, a hundred, a thousand? We as mortals live in the present, but society lives on, your people live on, if not them, then the story of your people will extend beyond them, and though they may not speak of your deeds, they will speak of the good nature of the people, with which, you participated.

I have a quandary for the world. is it better, to walk on paths already made, in the desecration of our world, to avoid treading into nature, stay to the cities, towns and foundations that we have created, to not glimpse at the beauty of existence, But to keep it safely hidden, far and away from the eyes of humanity. Should we then, if this is the case, ward off nature, harden the borders of our cities, ward the roads and wall behind the nature and wild. to keep it safe from us and let it be as it is without our watch.

Or

join into nature, be with it as you respect it through the disrespect of humanities dedication to concrete and steel. To tread past the sign not to tread, to walk in the path of animals, instead of those of pavement, made, chosen, and built by committee only of mankind. Are we to live in the woods, wander the grasslands and climb the mountains, sail the seas and travel the world by foot.

Imagine for me; to you comes the the greek Titan Gaia. She askes of you: "why do you use the pavement?"

What are you to answer? do you walk the pavement, stay off the grass and the wild? And why do you stay to the foundations if you do so? for the cleanliness of your shoes? for the disrespect of civilization or the respect of nature? And if not, is it for the yearning, inherent to the primal that we bridge yet still. for that desire for the grounded life of the earth.

Ash must have failed too.. You had split up, you took the more physical beast. Axe wielding monster, spiky tendril like hair, Ink black skin and glowing white eyes. They took the emotional one, said to look like a beast in mourning, a sad and pitiful creature.. You played to your strengths, and yet you lay with a gouge in your side and a feeling of deep guilt. A feeling like you have to apologize to someone, like you owe them it.

You hear a cry in the distance, deep and sorrowful, but faint, drowned out in the banging of the beast outside your door. You hear it in between bashes. this cry, it feels you with guilt, it echoes in your head, but it's so far away, so distant. You can't help them, feels like looking at a friend crying, a lover crying, knowing you can't help them, because you caused this. Because it's your fault. Because you should apologize..

But you can't, they're too far away.

The lights begin to fade. Fire darken and lamps flicker out. Rooms fill with a black misty smoke. As your room grows dark, the cry comes louder, it begins to drown out the banging on the door.. It's still there of course, hard and constant you see the door bulge for every hit, giving way and breaking a bit more every kick.

The light fades, until you see only darkness.

Darkness, and two bloodshot eyes, filling with tears. The mournful houl of the beast infront of you sounds more like the cry of your friend... They look at you, tears falling from their face. Eyes red with deep sorrow and pain and hatred.

You should apologize to them, for doing this to them... But you can't, you can't talk with them.. They are a beast now. And as they rip into your flesh it cries for the friendship you once had. you lie motionless on the ground, and you do cry just the same

Quiet is lost to me today, i accepted that at 14years of age. When the ringing in my ear didnt stop as i went to bed.

My eyesight is loosing its quality, i accepted that last year, when after being awake for 24 hours i started seeing Double, and the next time, when it only took 23 hours, then only 22, then 21, 20...

Sleep is lost to me today. I accepted that at 4 in the morning.

When i still was not asleep, and my phone started being on more than off,

when my leg still hurt from the day I was 5,

when the ringing in my ear still pierced my head like a needle through my brain,

when my eyes could barely see the screen on my phone, lot out of being tired, no,

no grains of the sandman filled my eyes tonight, but the light of a screen too bright, for too long, years too long.

Its that time of year, snow is not yet here, not quite time for cheer

Its that time of year, life is starting to slow, and frost is starting to show.