There is no justice. In all the world, under every star, there is no justice. That is why I live out here. When one is alone in the Earth, all injustices are diminished, for the Earth is true. Expect no justice, my son, in all that you must be or do. Justice is a word of the dead. They made it and they claim to pursue it, but it is not. They are chasing the wind. When I was young, ages ago, I, too, felt that justice was, but now I resign myself to its non-being. Men try, honorably, as we all must, to see it, but who can tell us? God? You are jesting, surely, for none listen to God. They think that He is afar, and cannot be heard. But He is within the indivisible! He can speak, but who listens to the voice? And if one did, if one knew God's justice, he couldn't convince those who already are! Righteosnous is the great blindfold. A man who believes himself to be right listens to none other, his eyes are closed and his ears hear not. That is why justice is not. Because men are deaf and blind unto the Earth, and know only themselves, especially those who think they know justice, they are the blindest. Do you see this fire? It's warm glow touches one, though one be apart from it; and though one's eyes and ears are closed, one could feel its warmth. There is a great fire out in the black that is the sky at night. When I close my eyes and ears, and go within to the ears of my mind, I can feel the warmth of this fire, I can tell what it can do to me, and for me, and I am all the wiser. Only learn to close the eyes and ears and listen from within yourself. You, too, will feel its warmth. Maharimi Karotlovitch, Nov9 1975