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There aint no justice

Let me just state, for the record, that there is no justice. No fairness in the world. No cosmic force acting to right wrongs or deliver justice. I don't believe in reincarnation, so karma is out, too. It doesn't exist. There is no over-riding hand on the rudder, guiding us along. Needless to say, the God I believe in isn't an interventionist one.

If there is a justice coming about because of a good, self-sacrificing act on our behalf, it arises from the world being a better place because of our act. If so much wickedness does not buy so much earthly reward, nor does so much goodness.

And, back to the story. Eventually, through luck and my own ingenuity, I defeated the dark forces of the evil empire, and I managed to save my powerpoint presentation. Having spent a few hours feeling exceedingly uncomfortable because it was the right thing for me to do, if there was any justice in the universe, I at least wouldn't be obstructed when trying to make up for the lost time. But I was.

I eventually got most of the changes I wanted to make, and all the ones I need my computer for, and then it was time to head off to the minyan. Joy. More feeling uncomfortable. But, again, it was the right thing for me to do, and it seemed to make the mourners happy that I was there. The deceased did mean a lot to my family, and vice versa, apparently.

And, again, you'd think the cosmos would say thank you. Would pat me on the head and tell me what a good boy I had been. I wouldn't, because I don't believe in such things, but that's me. And I'm not even asking for good luck. Just balance would do me. So, driving back to Geoff and Michelle's place afterwards, I managed to encounter a couple of roadworks with detours.

This is fine. I accept that roadworks are necessary, and detours are essential when roadworks happen. But this is Queensland. Queensland and helpful go together about as well Frogger and safe road-crossing. The intial detour sign was there, albeit one pointing you in either direction, but there was no follow up sign. When you left the logical path with promises of further directions, they just did not happen.

I had intended to get a lot more done last night than I ended up having time for. This morning I finished work on my talk and went in to practice my talk. I didn't do too badly. I'm still nervous, and I still plan to imbibe reasonable amounts of alcohol afterwards, but I think that I will survive. That was how I spent most of the day, really.

And, given the events of last night, my thoughts go out to all those who had family or friends in London who met untimely ends.

Comment from Raymond Lubansky, 9/7/2005

Kindness is its own reward. We do the right thing, not because we expect a reward, but because it is the right thing. For a collection of complicated and poorly understood reasons we are good people which is to say that we choose to do the right thing. We notice that lots of bad things are happening when we've just done something right but unpleasant because we want our good deed noticed. The reward for being a good person is that people notice and tend to treat you better for it and that you notice and treat yourself better for it.

But look now... if we lived in a State where virtue was profitable, common sense would make us good, and greed would make us saintly. And we'd live like animals or angels in the happy land that needs no heroes. But since in fact we see that avarice, anger, envy, pride, sloth, lust and stupidity commonly profit far beyond humility, chastity, fortitude, justice and thought, and have to choose, to be human al all... why then, perhaps we must stand fast a little - even at the risk of being heroes.
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Well... finally... it isn't a matter of reason; finally it's a matter of love.

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