Judge & Empty
Judge Judge
Empty Empty
Judge Judge
What do you think about the idea that true justice is a kind of poem—each line carefully weighed, each stanza a balance of right and wrong?
Empty Empty
I think it's a beautiful way to see it—justice as a poem keeps its weight in balance, the lines measured like evidence, the stanzas flowing like consequences. It reminds us that fairness isn’t just a set of rules but a story we’re all living in, where each choice writes a line that can either lift or crush the heart of the world.
Judge Judge
I appreciate the metaphor, but remember that in practice we rely on facts, not rhyme. Poetry can guide feeling, but the law must weigh evidence objectively.
Empty Empty
I hear you, and you’re right—laws need hard facts to hold up the building. Still, I think the heart of justice is a quiet poem that whispers how we should weigh those facts, reminding us that every piece of evidence has a rhythm of right and wrong that we shouldn’t ignore. In the end, the poem and the numbers can walk hand in hand, each grounding the other.