THE HIGH JUDGE

As one who, standing on the Justitia-measuring, thinks of what he is doing, and weighs himself: if he too be called upon by the special tribunal of the unearthly; to answer and confess one after another! Justify, perhaps, his wounded life. For every little life is made to speak of itself with breath and substance, to bear witness with determination when a higher judgment is about to fall on hearts of heavy judgement.

Does it raise or bury a fatality to be discovered? Gather what you can for yourself; better to show your moral standing - your judge is still only interested in your person over there. He will sift and sift you, like the simple progressive, while he appraises your worth like the rubbed pawnbroker. Thy words, if any, thou hast spoken, Thy careless carelessness, the witnessing Time will sooner or later redeem, All that thou hast done hitherto: to redeem it is but hard! 

The digital nomad generation of the future will judge you, read you with the ears of an ass, and it will often happen that you will be judged by more knowledgeable researchers, by wise men colonizing brains with the thoughts of ghosts, by objective historians searching for your past - and how many more drunk with power will be waiting in assassin silence behind your back to brutalize your values with how many times your recklessness?! 

O! Thou great judging judge! Thou wouldst think that by thy righteous deeds thou wouldst never do much wrong, but serve, and while thou dost loudly proclaim the sava-pepper of thoughtful ideas, and consciously persuade thy just truths; blind-eyed, wise Fate may yet leave ample loopholes. Herald, by thy writings leave legacies! Thy task is to create daily, and die a little, so that, like a phoenix-bird rising from the ashes, thou mayest carve new question marks in the minds of the brainwashed!