William Shakespeare

what is justice

What is justice? Is it a matter of fate or of chance? Is it a consequence of one's actions or of the whims of the gods? Is it a thing of beauty, or is it an instrument of oppression? These questions have vexed me since I first began to ponder such things. I have come to the conclusion that justice is a matter of perception. It is a thing of beauty to some, while to others it is a thing of dread. To some it is a strict code of laws, while to others it is simply the righting of a wrong. To some it is the weighing of truth, while to others it is the weighing of a soul. I have also come to the conclusion that justice is an ever-evolving concept. It changes with the times, and with the people who interpret it. It is a matter of opinion, a matter of perspective, and a matter of belief. It is a thing of beauty, a thing of dread, a thing of joy, and a thing of sorrow. It is a thing that is never finished, and never complete. So what is justice? I cannot answer that, for I am but a humble poet. But I can say this: justice is a thing of beauty, a thing of complexity, and a thing of great importance. It is a thing that should never be taken lightly, and a thing that should be respected and valued.