Within the findings there are small bits of truth, although not enough sometimes to build any relevant
philosophy or even enough to establish a strong footing within a debate. Nonetheless, they are there, each as pure as
if a first year law student had stood before his class and spoke them aloud.
They are simply small bits of believable
truth lying there amidst the larger, more blatant fabrications and colorful
exaggerations.
Behind the black robe nods of acceptance disguise thoughts
of meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Lunch
is but moments away and only steps across Main Street sits the Gavel Cafe,
where judges and lawyers alike banter around those bits of truth, being careful
to remove from their teeth the tiny fragments of gristle.
The adversarial system produces actors, set designers, and
writers of half-truths. Not wishing to
illuminate with dialogue - we quietly fold the corner of our napkin over that
bit of gristle, that we not acknowledge its existence.
The gristle of our society gets ground up and
processed. We place the black hooded
napkin over its face and then look the other way as we release the trap door.
Riding home at days end we feel the cool, smooth leather
seats that came as an option on our New XK Mega Ride with All Wheel
Do-everything - only now noticing the small imperfection on the passenger's seat
where a momentary slip years ago had sent Elsie falling against the barbed
wire.
Our focus being captured by this flaw causes us to run
amuck; our right front tire catching the edge of pavement, sending our new XK
off across the gravel shoulder over the short stretch of grass and into one of
many wooden posts supporting an old barbed wire fence.
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