The Greeks knew best the indifferent brutality of justice. Their fragile cities gleamed like lost unicorns through the endless forests, unpeopled and unlit. They knew the sham behind the veneer of agora and academy. The dramatists wrote only of what is: justice and tragedy -- all one. So close to the forest: it moves on little feet. So close to the forest: we dare not disobey. Here, in the City, you must know the Law, and teach it. So close to the forest: the light cannot travel beneath the hemlock toward the night.