March 8, 2026
The wind only runs in the direction it runs.
He doesn’t glide in the direction I want.
Come here, fickle wind. Come back.
Didn’t you know you took justice with you?
Didn’t you know justice never came back?
Bring justice with you fickle wind.
Bring justice back you fiendish wind.
Justice belongs to the earth in one place.
Justice belongs to us all in this place.
The earth is the root of all justice.
Had you no right to move it from its place.
The root is the justice and the justice is the root.
There is no root without justice and there is no justice without its root.
Why did you root justice from the ground?
Your task is to blow.
Your task is to run.
Your task is to carry with your airy hands.
When did you dig?
When did you become a digger?
Who helped you?
Did fire help you root justice?
Did fire burn the ground for you?
When did fire become a digger?
Don’t you know your task?
Don’t you know fires task?
Who taught fire how to dig?
Did the rain dig out justice?
When did rain become a digger?
No?
Then why have you taken justice fiendish wind?
Why have you carried justice away with your cold-pushing hands?
Oh.
I see.
You say justice wasn’t rooted.
You say justice blew away when you flew by.
You say justice blew with you and only followed you.
Where is it now?
Where is that justice that needs to be rooted?
And where is its root?
For there is no justice without its root.
And there is no root without its justice.
Where did you put that the root of justice fiendish wind?
Bring the sun down here. Let’s ask him.
Bring the moon down here. Let’s ask him.
Bring the nakshatras down here. Those starry women might know.
Bring the grahas and have them stop their orbits; they might know.
Ask them all: where is the root of justice?
Ask them all: where is your root of justice?
Oh.
I see.
The root of justice is the root of justice.
No wonder I didn’t see it.
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