It is impressive how certain forms of justice are enamoured of masquerades.
In these well rehearsed acts, the wronged crowd is forced to don masks that smooth tears into the skin beneath the painted facade. Hands are manacled to perform the monotonous ritual of applause honouring the usurpers of freedom.
Those who dare to expose their faces are scalded and maimed; their appearance serving as a reminder to other echoes that might be harbouring a yearning to defend their reason.
Justice leads reason to excavate dungeons in which philosophy is shackled to damp walls. Following this transgression, justice annihilates the intellect that marble halls strive so hard to deny.