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If...
If I were to draw a linear parallel between all of my law school lectures and another activity which bore the same attributes in order to make some fog clearing analogy so that non-law reading individuals could possible fathom what we I go through, it would be to that of a characteristic Sunday morning mass.
I’d like to think of myself as an interpretive person, but the imaginary thick black line from the entrance of Columbia to the Catholic church on Park and 72nd is about as literal as it gets.
Without going too much into details, suffice to say that in both cases balding old men with a maximum of two sexual partners in their entire lifetimes step on their soap boxes and get all ‘preachy’. Those in the audience nod their heads fervently, and at the end of the lecture/mass we all go outside thoroughly enlightened and indulge in all forms of debauchery known to man and animals. To us law students, ‘the end of mass’ refers to when the fallacy of justice is unveiled; reality and temptation pulling us in and sucking us through. The period where ethics is in buying a three thousand dollar Ermenegildo Zegna suit, right before the point where the proverbial shit hits the fan. When the crap does fly, no one takes notice because we’re already spewing it from every orifice. What difference does it make when you’re already waist deep in it?
For now though, it is incontestable that the disciples/students will resume their feverish head-nodding duties. When we’re particularly motivated and feel like spreading our dementia packaged in utopia-seeking ideals, we’ll all join together for rousing renditions of ‘Glory Hallelujah’ as we dance around a statue of the blindfolded lady with the scales. Or’God’. Or’Gods’. Or whatever.
The only real doubt that remains and no one seems to ever address is who the hell is going to pay for the 35 member black gospel choir that seems to be singing along with us? It’s the debt that is owed, and no matter how much you pray Christ’s rays of sunshine ain’t gonna shine down on you babe. Jesus only deals in sins.