The basic concept of justice is seen in its symbolic arbiter: the blindfolded lady with the scales, illustrating the principle that justice is 'our interpretation of nature's laws.'

One of nature's laws? Stuff dies. Oh, it's 'wrong' to make people die faster; but the only way to make a murder "right" is a suicide (or a 'legal murder'). Death is totally outside the realm of 'justice.'

How do I know? Simple; I died.

I am now not dead, but I WAS killed by Putnam City High School. Oh, the people tell me, 'No, you ~almost~ died; No, you were only ~very-seriously injured~; No, the doctors who examined your body after the crash [and professionally stated that you WOULD NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE-THAN A VEGETABLE ON A MACHINE] just ~didn't know about God's indomitable Will against the impossible~'; blah-blah-blah ...

Stuff like that might look good in a ~post-mortem~ biography ... but, if you ask 'money,' I DIED. I will never do a good-many of the things that keep the money-system flowing-most of the things that serve society are 'deemed' outside the range of my ability. Why? SINCE I DIED, AND DEAD PEOPLE SERVE NO HUMAN PURPOSE!

Having died, I can't be trusted to be a normal human ... i.e. the DMV knows I have a slightly-blind left-eye, and they can't 'trust' me to learn to work around my extra blind-spot; no one can trust me to wake-up in a 2nd-floor apartment and -not jump out the window in a fit of 'early-morning delirium' (a.k.a. 'cobwebs') ... in short (though I always have society's best-intentions at heart) I AM NOT 'GOOD PEOPLE'.

How does that relate to "the concept of justice"? I'll tell you; I was 14 years-old when I died ... 14 years-old on a public-school field-trip. (You can read that, "I was a pre-citizen signed-over to be under *the care* of the school-district in question.) My parents LOST their 14 year-old that day and received ME in return!

Any sane person would only consider justice "met" here when the school-district recognizes *ETERNAL -PAYMENT-* made to me.

NOTE: That's not "eternal debt"; that's something that satisfies DEAD PEOPLE. I-as sure as you are reading this-am NOT dead. "Eternal payment" here means 'always giving-to the payee.'

Now, I do not know how this happened, but the stupid-a.. Justice Department considered the 'eternal payment' fully-paid when the district gave me a $25,000-check ...

Good thing I wasn't there! This is a part of the speech I would give them:

"What? My Life for a Mid-Range Luxury Car?!? Before you moronically buy into that idea, let me get this transaction down to brass-tacks:

"[I pick up a ruler or a two-by-four ... something breakable] Forgetting for-the-moment all the other damage the collision did, I feel this in my head every morning [I break the breakable-thing over something less-breakable], and I go through the day with THIS [I hold up pieces] for my mind.

"Imagine that I lived next-door to you and had all the keys I need to safely get into your bedroom. How much money would you want me to pay for the privilege of waking you with a two-by-four to the head every morning?"

Is the amount of Justice I want apparent? or am I just too easily satisfied with my writing?