Thursday, January 22, 2026

Efficient Account Dismanagement

 

Mismanagement or Dismanagement?


    Agents of Satan run what? The Fed? If the love of money is the root of all evil, how would one describe those who enact monetary policy? Certainly not saints. Having served as career bankers to an extent they arrive at a Federal Reserve committee chair unelect where they are documented noteworthy in the field of mint. They sit in service of whom? The people? The masses? The hoi polloi? The governable? Certainly not! If you believe Thomas Henry Dickerson III breaks bread with Thomás, Ricardo, or his wife Harriet, you're mistaken. "It's all about systems management," he'd say, "Inputs, outputs, and throughputs. Anything to do with humanity is about the predictability of decision-making. If we can 'sway the markets' we convince Bobby, Lou, and Betty Sue to risk what may be against their own self-interests in the short-term for potential gain overall. The fact that people act in their own self-interest is predictable. That people know what is in their own self-interest is not. (With modern tech.) the extent of an individual's knowledge is discoverable, but how one acts on this knowledge is only accurate (not entirely precise) in advance. Action can be influenced or motivated by peer or fear. Inclusionary or exclusionary principles dictate tactics. Those who seek inclusion can be gradually swayed to accept the beliefs of the group. Those who desire isolation can be worked upon in the dark at their own behest, seemingly (again, with a technological assist). You see, those without a strong central belief can be herded like swine from pen to pen for even the promise of slop ("sell me this pen" -WoWS). You can't do that to the Amish for example, but you can convince even those who know this system works against them in the long-term to make little sacrifices to its (The Central Bank's) benefit on the short-term through threat of dissolution. It is not game to simply rob a man. Many who believe "Taxation is Theft" will still pay. This amounts to tacit complicity in the crime committed at his own expense, which is of course, hilarious."


"Historically, sets of data predicted trends en masse. These numerical agglomerations were limited by the Bell Curve's tails (alpha/beta errors::false positive/negative). Some datasets had only an atrocious 60% certainty (if you cut both tails) which was found too volitile for our most conservative clients, who maintain 1% of 1% of the world's wealth. While some novice statisticians might recognize these individuals as most error-ridden, (given their position's distance from normalcy on a wealth chart), they fail to recognize whose Providence allows these realizations!" Earthbound gods of status claim their divinity...


Efficiency vs. Inefficiency (as a Virtue)


Why does the socialist want to raise taxes? In the historical marketplace, ones works are performed with a notion of compensatory measure. Greenbacks in this case. Taxation on goods and services render the product more expensive. An x% increase in tax rate implies an x% increase in the cost of goods sold (COGS). In order to combat what occurs in markets naturally, socialists also demand price-fixation. When prices are fixed for COGS however, this directly impoverishes the working body in the restricted market. Neither man nor market are freed by policy. And where does the money go? To build roads and schools? Often not! Central planners of the regime are inefficient versus division of labor. Business-members under restrictions are either impoverished or disincentivized to operate. Action is opposed. Only operations at scale are streamlined because they are approved by operational mechanisms furnished to benefit only those closest to the centralized committee, followed by the well-connected and radially outward to the masses on the fringe, (most of us if we are honest with ourselves). How is socialism not elitist? Must every ethos be universal? Is science applied to society social science? Observe. An economist, one type of social scientist, studies households. A military general, another type of social scientist, studies "divide and conquer." A psychologist studies mental health and insanity. A political scientist studies the human condition. The general, most highly ranked, employs the others to achieve his goals. The socialistic military-industrial complex divides the wealth, homes, and minds in order to inculcate it's beneficent power. What? You don't think you need to defend yourself from foreign invaders? I have news for you! They want what you have and they don't want to pay for it either! Only the 'operations at scale' are protected by their titanic chthonic girth! Who cares if a few goods furnished by slaves are stolen? How are businesses and nations immune from old age, corruption, and eventual death? Corruption is often literal. With a bad heart and a sick mind a person's actions are deemed poor. A murder, a violent abuser, a person who steals, etc. are removed from businesses and nations to put a halt to corrupt insanity before irredeemable suffering resulting in terminal luck. Who wants to see America die? Looters, pillagers, and rapists: foreign spies, enemies of the state, and the occasional Karen who fails to connect action with consequence. Desire is the root of suffering. Just because you don't want the consequences doesn't mean you can change consequence as you can action. But people don't want to change their behavior, which makes them predictable, which internally validates the average social scientist's course of study.


1/28/26

                If the government serves any legitimate purpose it is to maintain law and order. All they seem to uphold is status quo and decorum anymore.  They give the people what they’re used to, with slight alterations.  The law and order ideal has shifted to a sort of Robin Hood scam where Gmen act like their job is to take money and redistribute.  Criminality is not biological or psychological, it’s socio-economic!  No one is born bad and they didn’t have a choice!

                I’ve seen protesters/rioters outside Minnesota governor’s mansion getting encouragement from Walz.  Not much different from J6 if you pick sides.  That people believe anyone in government (Trump or Walz/red or blue) is on their side is the effectiveness of dualistic propaganda.  They all act ‘above the law’ and this is the big lie right now; that no one is (with the exception of poor Juan).

                Now, I could understand fleeing an area unsafe to find sanctuary.  Many seeking sanctuary status are doing so because of US intervention/destabilization.  More people, at the top, ought to be removed (if not criminally charged) for bad policy (if not outright crimes against humanity).  Fact is, people care more about what’s going on in their own backyard because it’s visible.  See is believing.  While I think that elitist pedophiles are banging minors on Epstein Island, I know that my car has been broken into and I’m being stolen from.  This is effective government inverted (perhaps perverted).  A riot in the streets effectively distracts from attention spans, limited. 

1/12

Why respect?  How is a man with a gun different from an ICE agent?  While ICE’s gun ownership may be secondary to their identity, the fact remains of ‘man with gun.’  Even those who fear and eschew weaponry respect its presence as an agent of change; the firearm factor.  Factory subsidies make rocket-launchers cost-prohibitive.  Fear of the law restricts a weapon’s use.

What is overkill?  Migrating animals assess the risk of roadkill. A fivetenfifty car pileup on the 204 in rush hour from freak conditions.  Ice on the road demands respect.  It’s cold and scary outside.  There’s safety in numbers until yours is up.  A series of bad decisions led me here: the page.  I slept like shit, woke up and smoked with ill intent.  I’m gonna put something on paper whether you like it or not ‘cause I’m a bad boy with powers; assumption of risk for one.  Mind of a real actuary: figures in percents.  Especially now, since the States ceased forging pennies, it’s all in your head.  Ten percent of twenty is my two cents.  If I can rub it, it’s real. 

Faith: the power of trust, is two.  I could just believe it’s rubbable. 
Touch distance. Touch time.  Touch pretending.  Touch the liar in her sleep: apprehend.  Roust the tactile strumpet.  “Put her in cuffs.”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Not a protester, move on,” ICE man radios his CO.  “We want to catch one resisting arrest.”
What forces of nature are unstoppable?
“They can’t detain us all!”  A swarm of Karen’s like yapping terriers go to town.
“Dog: Taylor Swift tee shirt spotted with coffee stains. 210. A real doozy.”  Police-tape like streamers announce the party of politics.  Like dogs by the door, they anticipate, but what do bad dogs expect?  And what would you do if they all started biting each other?  Pull them apart?  Or let them eat one another?  “Do you think the man with the gun is incapable?” the officer radios with his vision.
“Let’s check!”  She tests a priori rationale by not overly considering the scenario.  Why respect what is regrettable? Because we loved her once.  (And we know they’d kill us too for profit.)

2/14

Eating a creative gruel; low salt yet spicy.  It burned a hole in my tongue. 
It reminded me of her; bad and familiar.  How could I be so cruel?
The nature of our relationship and the things she put me through left me bittersweet.
Too much kneading, “we’re trying to make a biscuit, not a bagel!”
“I can’t do it anymore: pretend to love. I feel like a big phony when I go anywhere.”

What is it to feel anymore?
Why is it selfish to be numb?
The pain and suffering some endure defies comprehension.  It’s not a thought-process I’d want to get stuck in through too much cogitation, overestimation, or overidentification with prisoners or their guardian-tormentors.  We know what happened at Stanford.  We know bad acting when we see it.  Would it be so different if the roles were reversed?  “Why must I act peacefully to mask the violence in my heart I want so badly to react with?  Where is the power I once held over every other man?”
In hindsight it was obvious.  Rapists and murderers always begin by hiding their guilt in a lie.  Career actors, some might say.  Whose guard keeps an eye all night?

2/15

“And there shall be signs in the Sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;” Luke 21:25

I ask Perplexity®, “Is there a society where prisons did not exist and what happened to criminals in those cultures?”

Summary:

Small-scale & Stateless:

·         Homicide by kin or community.

·         Banishment.

·         Social shunning or loss of status.

Premodern Agrarian:

·         Corporal punishment

·         Capital punishment

·         Fines and confiscation

Modern:

·         Exile and outlawry

This means a person is stripped of legal protections – the State spends no more resources on the outlaw.  Even the apparent murder of the outlaw would go uninvestigated.

·         Restrains or marks

Unlike “Premodern Agrarian: Corporal,” the physical mark is a bulky monitoring device or simply a bureaucratic stigma, making it difficult for the criminal to find gainful employment in an open market, where a business-person, when given the choice, would likely hire someone without a criminal record.

·         Remote labor

This involves sending the prisoner to perform undesirable tasks that are necessary, but not typically chosen by the general population without remuneration that would otherwise make the enterprise unprofitable.

I ask, “why prisons?”

·         State-building. 

The state building buildings which ultimately announce control of territory.

·         Reformist penology. 

“To err is human; to forgive, divine.”  One must ask forgiveness.  Will I be forgiven?  Should I be forgiven?  How is one forgiven?  How is one reformed?  Is reformation possible within the confines of the penal colony (if at all?)?  Sure, we all grow up and then grow old, but how is one reformed?  The idea of reformation requires a subject.  An individual or an institution; who or what is reformed?  It can’t just be that they look different…

 

Here we have a formulaic furrow -
a channel in the mind, deepening with
each eroding pass.  We watch a documentary
with our baby on the sofa, a lovechild
of Hollywood that defies criticism. [100% on Rotten Tomatoes™]
It’s another movie about cruelty.
How cruel? 
Because it defies normal comprehension
it requires empathy; an element of psyche
socialworkers believe is a limited resource (like space at home).
Because empathetic psyche is resource-limited
there arises an argument of value.
This is an economic discussion after all 😐

How to Better Serve the Incarcerated?
The title of the brochure received
in the new-hire employee-pack for the Wendy’s®
opening in Gattaca:  The penal commune
constructed to better house convicted felons.
“The ‘luxury condos’ in development C
get a little rapey after eight, so we
close after seven,” the manager says.
“Make sure somebody walks you to your car.
Our last fry-cook caught AIDS and
it wasn’t airborne!”

The furrows deepened.  “Why was I selected?”
the newhire thought, “or did my empathy apply?”
Identity molesteé.   “Will I molest myself or
will society?”  In subdivision C, zone 3,
your odds are five points higher than four.
6 than 7.

What makes a place feel safe (esp. after dark)?
Lights and trust.  Why trust what I know is
not true? How could you?  How can common
sense be defied?  The movies!

“So you chose to align with Barabbas?”
The brochure continued, “…you might be a Jew!”
The cleanliness and decency of the kitchen and
staff didn’t escape the newhire’s notice,
taking in his newsurroundings and newidentity.
“Yes, someone else was tortured to death
along with the grief of suddenly and violently
losing a lovedone to a family and a friend
to the community, but at least a murderer is
finally free.”


Friday, August 23, 2024

Meditations on the Democritization of 'N' to End Products

 

8/23/24


Lately I've been dying an intellectual death. A common theme that is not writing enough. A common theme, a white boy using the n-word and calling everyone hypocrites! Such privilege! It's almost like I'm the one who is not giving enough of myself to the world. I'm the one becoming that word that is blasphemous to good race relations! No shit! And I've been flummoxed reading Heidegger and reminding myself how incredibly stupid I am as the result of how stupid I myself have been! It's almost like there's cause and effect or something and not all just good times based on nothing. Speaking of time, did you know time does not exist outside of our experiencing the thing that is called time? Like we know the universe is billions of years old, but that is just an inconceivable and almost silly notion to have when just getting through the day feels like a long series of chores. But who else is going to do the dishes?


I've also been reading Nietzsche again, which always seems to get my mind reeling. The Gay Science, a series of aphorisms that reminds me in such a way that agrees with my reason. Give me a sound reasoning like a thrashing. I think the notion that agrees with the title is this idea (that may also be Nietzschean) that there are at least two things that science cannot touch without itself becoming a mockery: race and sex. Who groups large swaths of humanity together and provides diminutive titles to groups of people measured as a mass en masse? The superlative tyrant (Hitler) and the superlative group of misled and proud-feeling heathens with a superiority-complex (Nazis). That bad, bad race of people is at it again, and this time they mean bad business! And don't get me started on that terrible woman and every other woman who failed to love me!


What is often quite funny about superlatives is that we know you're not being serious, but also not exactly lying either. There's always some truth if one talks big enough about a great many things. Similarities shine through more than individual differences. Patterns emerge. And sometimes those patterns take on the gross form of a mean, scary face. Swamp Thing, per example, or Cthulhu. Are we not supposed to talk about the southbound pachyderm with a lit stick of TNT up its ass? Is the blitzkrieg of Palestine somehow erotic? I mean, I don't think so, but I'm also not the one doing the raping. And who am I to judge? Just because I don't think I would commit war atrocities in the name of nation or race on a good day...if Job were John Wick instead...


Oppenheimer, when in the mood, could talk to just about anybody about anything, but Faulkner found conversation difficult with strangers; a bare yes or no was often all he could manage. Oppenheimer said he had recently seen a television play based on a Faulkner story and asked what Faulkner thought of television as a medium for the artist.

Television is for niggers,” said Faulkner.

As a revisionist historian, I believe what Faulkner meant to say, was that perhaps television promotes illiteracy. And yes, perhaps members of the African-American persuasion (these days!) own televisions and cannot read or write, but that does not mean it's a bad thing! And look, plenty of micks, dagos, as well as many other racially inferior minority groups own even multiple television sets! So to put the onus on only one generic subset is indeed hypocritical. Thankfully, your boy's here to parse this narrative for y'uns.

8/19

In my dreams, honest people will hold power and take apart/dismantle the false idols people own and move/knock humanity back into a sort of alignment conducive to loving families and tight-knit communities accountable only to one another. Of course Europe and Asia will continue to push their advantages, but essentially (as everyone knows) strength lies in integrity and (resolute) leadership is an example we spend our time (our historical time) observing the individual self-interests our freedoms allow. One of our inalienable rights as human beings is deciding whose example to observe. (Imagine Chairman Mao on your mantelpiece.) Fathers are examples to their sons, for example, so leadership starts at home. This does not implore sons to become just like their fathers. Many fathers set examples not to be followed closely at all. Until lately I've felt my neck beneath an invisible tyrannical weight and my ass on the prod. My neck has gone the way of modern man, hunched over some vehicle or technology. A "pain in the neck" refers to the relay channels rooted in the spine of the CNS. A "pain in the ass" is glandular. Big boned and slow to metabolize, she taught:

"Many people consider their life 'over the hill' at 40, 50, or 60 years old. However, this implies that one is on top of said hill for some mathematically derivable duration (d/dt). And the odds that a person would summit two separate hills equal in elevation is betting the line. That superlative rise becomes the definitive feature of a man (or woman's) life..."

Dromedary camels hump dunes. Bactrian camels double hump two steppe. Whatever they put in Mongolian cigarettes is more than tobacco! Genghis Khan, on the plateau, rippin' darts... Is maximizing millions a great human achievement? How many mountains are cost prohibitive? A man may run fast, but a horse will always run faster. A man may swim fast, but a fish will always swim faster. So what is a great human achievement? <Performance> Will man sit as long as a mantis? Maxine Waters, 86 on the 15th (of August), represents California's 43rd. Is she as "thoughtful, productive, and meaningful" as the Inflation Reduction Act she sponsored? Imagine an old bag. Now imagine a fistful of Target orders: how much is disposable? I mean, in terms of sheer mass, it's about half packaging (that screams "security!" (and "I've paid!")). Behind a paywall, Everest, Dasein...

"From the three stems we derive three initial and vividly definite meanings <of the infinitive 'to be'>: living, emerging, abiding." Heidegger, M. Introduction to Metaphysics. Yale. p. 76

8/14

Wasn't bukkake enough 'facial recognition'?

8/16

Never have I ever injected art into my arm. I've smoked and eaten art, but never injected nor boofed. I've burned entire notebooks as sacrifices to some god of fire and history. "The gods will understand my meaning, I think," as I leaf pages onto smoldering embers, watching them flare. I think, "I think." I really think that! Where I pull my trauma from and what I dream are one and the same. Little wonder my pain keeps me awake. "I should know!" I think. "I should blast that smack right up my arm!" I think as I consider tested crystal meth and a rig complete with spoon, solvent, needle, and lighter. The solvent is just water, distilled of impurities. "We don't need any questions where we're going," I tell myself. Preparation steps into parameters. It does an Aussie breakdance on cardboard for a meme. "Creativity is this crazy high ideal," I check my arms. I have plenty of veins. "Ok, ok" I start to measure with my eyeballs powder from a baggie onto a half-blackened spoon, "tap, tap..." The software in the attic activates the fans that cool the tiny mirrors. Upon broken reflection I know nothing will come of this life. I just danced brokenly at the Olympics and my precisely measured imitations of my country's musical style brought but smirks to the faces of the judgmental cunts appointed by the IOC. I console myself in Aussie (broken English). Colonialism was never meant for the South Seas, yet as I rest my head on my hand on my elbow on the cardboard stall before I finish my routine, images of my ancestors before a tribunal of judges in black robes and white wigs sentencing criminals to exile in hostile environs swim somewhere close behind both corneas, retinas, and optical nerves. My tiny criminal brain was never meant to comprehend such proceedings. I was just brought here to spin on my head to the count of two while the eyes of the world watched on channel 5 news.

8/25/24

"Competition loses!" in Orwellian doublespeak (a victory over the thing itself).

Double's-peak bets the line. "Do whatever (you're unassigned)."

It's the promise of the freedom to live two lives (if you pledge allegiance to the new flag).

"We've got this in the bag," a type of overconfidence only cheaters understand. An unfair advantage that isn't really about external appearances, except it is almost entirely about racial identity and sexual reassignment, but it's not shallow. "So what if our money (and our credit) is almost entirely out? Did you know gold (Au) can be spread almost infinitely thin? It's true! (It almost doesn't matter!)"

0.1 micron leaf. 1/1000 the thickness of printer paper.

Although it does retain its value on the open market and persists as a sign of wealth and royalty, it's just put away somewhere safe like in a big vault like Fort Knox: trust us!

$78.94/1 gram Au

What does it mean to provide 12667848.99 grams = 12.67 metric tons of gold per billion sent to a war being waged by foreign mercenaries halfway across the world? I mean obviously it would be silly to reallocate the physical representation of stored wealth to a shipping container that could destabilized when sent overseas. So just believe us. "HAVE YOU SEEN OUR TABULATIONS, BRO?" How much is a computer language worth? Simulating simple math. Imagine a quantum behemoth that we invite willingly to our soil that increasingly consumes an increasingly dwindling energy reserve? "AI, bro, it's the future, get with it. Have you even seen a driverless vehicle?!" goes tech-bro4206911, working for the CIA, coordinating a hit-and-run assassination attempt remotely. Imagine a perfect little place in Hell for my enemies.

Where do trustworthiness & credibility align as indicators of integrity? Neighbors are coming to visit and leaving with the good China! How is 'going to war' a public policy anywhere? If I went to war with my neighbor I'd be locked up in no time (I'd like to think)! If I went to war with my relatives I'd be disinherited (a multi-tiered threat). Some people deserve it. The only people I've ever thought about doing bad things to were the ones closest to me. "And you're getting a little too close for comfort, if I'm being honest. You remind me of my mom and it's kind of gross. Not that I don't love my mom, I just wouldn't want to marry her. No Oedipus." Send her a dozen roses with little note saying "Sorry I didn't get you a gift earlier & thanks for the help at home." It's the least you can do for mommy, but more than that and it might get weird.



Man and Woman:

Seize forcibly the wench for whom you feel!
Thus thinks a man. Women don't rob, they steal.

Nietzsche, F. The Gay Science #22.


Time to watch TV, lol.


8/28

As a revisionist historian, what Faulkner meant to say is that television is a platform for international conglomerates and government propagandists to purchase influence over the minds of the hapless. Hapless people make the best victims because that is already how they see themselves. On the waves of some unknown Fate controlled by Destiny, they tumble about. Buddhists refer to this notion simply as samsara, but that's only because they know better than expose themselves to whatever electromagnetic radiation is being emitted from every 'on' control monitor. Imagine a monk lounging on a La-Z-Boy, munching Frito's, with 3's Company on the plasma. Then another who lives in a stark environment devoid of sensory thrills. No Ramada. Many believe man's mind is a powerful tool that is weakened by carelessness and indulgence. What one focuses one's attention on is more valuable than oil, they say. Also, we are on oil and if you look closely, dead dinosaur bones.

My table, my tablet, my phone...

DEAD, Dead, dead dinosaur bones.


"But where isn't there deadly radiation?" a mind controlled by 5G watchtowers raises a hand.

"Give her the Pulse!" The Orwellian guard shouts, "She's got the mind virus!"


At an Asana (formerly Smiley Abstractions) retreat, a Facebook founder and credit-taker of the work-group meter "Tasks" accesses the teleprompter on an Entelechy Sphere for social experimentation. This particular work-group consists of willed subjects who would have their consciousnesses more directly operated on thanks to the new technology by Entelechy, Inc. who had recently formed a partnership with the software giant. Our test groups consists of fairly well-rounded individuals, both in stature and demeanor, with multiple ages, backgrounds, and walks-of-life? No. Ages in the target demographic, backgrounds cracked by trauma in some way, and frankly, people who needed easy money fast.

"We need to have our data conform to preconceived points that will please our investors," co-founders conspire.

"Thankfully, we have data-analytic software where users create a personality profile that provides most pertinent data sets on how they wish to be perceived in public, (barring trolls (filtered)). We selected the hapless 'randomly' based on separate markers (age/race/sex/creed), who we know ahead of time to have a particular worldview that aligns with compromised resistance to victimization. These inflated numbers provide the basis for popularizing propaganda sent to us by the House of Ways and Means or whatever governmental entity that provides massive State contracts for research in this sort of epidemiological experimentation field. Based on mean screen time for instance, we can tell that the United States has the most hours per capita than any other country, which signifies a certain readiness... eagerness even to believe just about anything that appears convincing. What we want them to do is to keep spending the wealth they've accrued until they are in such a predicament, they either decide to work with us, die in some way, or radicalize to groups easier to suppress or tolerate according to their fractious and fragmentary natures," thus affects Guy Smiley on the E-Sphere, already more familiar than comfortable.


8/30/24

$88.61 / dozen roses = $7.38 / rose

What does it mean to send 135,501,355 roses per billion dollars spent on war? There is more than one way to concentrate value. Instead of "airborne leaflet propaganda" send enough flowers to drown cities in a different mind-changing / psychology-altering valuation. Pepper your opponents with ostentatious displays of love as a lark and see if they won't reciprocate. As far as I know it has never before been performed and it's worth a gander. If the ultimate goal is pacification... 2.8 billion cut roses are sold annually here in the U.S. - let us conduct an alternative aerial campaign. Let us, as a nation, alter our own hawkish history and adapt the turkey instead of the eagle for once, if you catch my drift. "Make love, not war" is the obvious reduction here.

8/31

As a revisionist historian, what Faulkner so masterfully brought to Oppenheimer's consciousness is the nigger Dasein and how it is fostered by the televised medium. This notion ought to be redefined for the modern audience as "diminished existence." What does it mean to have a diminished existence? Surely this does not refer to length-of-life exclusively, although incidence of early mortality could be noted. The play on television is not identical to the play in real life. It is narrow in scope. Sound is diminished, the picture is narrowly focused, and there is no experience of "being in the world." One does not experience the play, but the simulation of play. Another adjunct is to nigger Dasein and diminished existence is "slave mentality." This notion hearkens back to Plato. There is a spiritual relation to individuals "inferior, immature, or lacking self-mastery" with an individual who would sacrifice freedom for security. Before I go further along this path, let me redefine "spiritual" for anyone confounded by modern definitions of spirituality. Spiritual simply means "in-the-spirit-of." While a Christian may put everything in the context of the Holy Spirit (as is apt), for a modern atheist, agnostic, or catch-all pagan, it refers to those things that may not be seen on their own, but can be talked about in context. "Can we adjust the color settings and turn up the volume on that?" Most of us have a notion of justice for instance, but can any one point to Justice like a statue? The blind robed woman (Lady Justice) holding scales up and sword down that adorns many courthouses is one physical albeit purely symbolic representation, not Justice itself. An attempt to make eternal what everyone feels, but no one knows...