Lady Macbeth, as has become her wont, sleepwalks through the royal castle. As her waiting-woman and her doctor listen in, she mutters fragments of an imaginary conversation that recalls the night she and her husband conspired to murder King Duncan The hour is two o’clock; she upbraids her husband for his bad conscience; she insists that there will be nothing to fear once they’ve grabbed the crown; she marvels at how much blood Duncan had to shed. As Lady Macbeth replays this scene for the eavesdroppers, she not only incriminates herself, but also reveals the pangs of conscience she had ridiculed in her husband.
Lady Macbeth, who scorned him then, now finds the blood dyed into her conscience. The king and queen persist in imagining that physical actions can root out psychological demons, but the play is an exposition of how wrong they are.
Justice is conscience, not a personal conscience but the conscience of the whole of humanity. Those who clearly recognize the voice of their own conscience usually recognize also the voice of justice.
I am bedeviled to comprehend why the World, continuously refuses to listen to it’s conscience.
The little voice inside it that says, " hey something is out of tune"
Listen to your conscience it is telling you which way to go.
The following is a passage taken from one of The £airds recent posts.
The Texas Supreme Court has upheld a lower court decision which says 460 children removed from a ranch run by a religious sect should be returned to their parents.
"On the record before us, removal of the children was not warranted."
The ruling shatters one of the largest child-custody cases in US history. State officials said the removals were necessary to end a cycle of sexual abuse at the ranch in which teenage girls were forced to marry and have sex with older men.
The ranch is run by the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. The church teaches that polygamy brings glorification in heaven.
How can the idiots that comprise the Texan Supreme Court of "justice" sleep at night.
Have they no conscience.
When these muppets are laid to rest
they should be face down.
On a lighter note it’s Summer.