Vanity. Ares

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realised, Prison or not, the trials and tribulations
of life centred around the whims gathering
money would need to explete. Life felt
uncertain; the only thing that was certain was
the tax of it and of course death. Death was not
so scary, much more frightening was the
realisation and threat of being eternally caged in
the violence of serenity. I then noticed the judge
look away from the window to the press in
attendance, and then she looked at me and let
out gentle puff of her cheeks, that I guessed only
I had noticed, because many in the room were
still chit chatting. I thought about what those in
attendance could be chatting about, and
wondered whether they were talking about what
they were to eat that evening or money
problems perhaps, or I imagined small
problems, which made me envy them. But, the
gentle puff of the judges cheeks told me that all
people, large or small, were in some percentage
of a cage; of which I of course guessed, being on
trial, that I was in a higher range of percentage
than them; As my bodily freedom was still
withheld, and freedom was to perhaps be
further taken from me. This fact troubled me.
Troubling as it was, I then concluded that
all in the courtroom were definitely in some
percentage of prison, I comforted myself with
this precept as I looked at the lady in the blue
blazer and thought, 'This includes you too.' In
my eyes her prison was maybe one that perhaps
she was unaware of, but to me just a few of her
actions and presence alone told me so; for one I
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