Am I truly rendered. Can there be no justice to the construction of my name? Or maybe that is it, that I do not understand my name, or the essence of justice. Maybe this is my justice, due my name, something that in the greater equation was just meant to occur, was meant or destined to be. Can I really escape, or must I first carve in stone, my understanding, my secret knowing, before the buds can bloom? Will I then be ok? Lying to yourself will not make the lies to others, their own truths.