Who is a just man besides those who bear God within them?


Good will be with a just man.

Who ever searches for the grave of an unjust man? What purpose would it serve him? But everyone seeks the grave of the just man. They encircle it with
a fence and erect a monument for it.

What purpose will it serve them? It is an acknowledgment by the world that the just man lives even after death, but that the unjust man perishes like a ripple in the water of the sea!

You are the justice of the just, O Living God. His justice is not to be found in the laws of men, laws which people write hastily but implement lazily. Your presence is his justice, and Your every breath -- is his new law.

A great just man has no old laws, nor does he care about laws written on paper. From the dawn of each morning he perceives You writing on his heart and his mind, and he reads.

Hundreds of ruffians and liars rise up against a just man and rejoice, after they clench his throat to silence him. But the ruffians and liars are admitting within themselves that all the wheels of the world have been clattering over them from dawn to dusk. In solitude, which is as distressing to those following their erring minds and ways as the dreadful Judgment Day, ruffians and liars admit that, to the extent that the world still exists, it exists only on account of the just -- on account of those just-minded people following the right way.

Who is a just man besides those who bear God within them? No one, Lord.

He who brings You into the world brings life into a shell of life, brings water into empty wells, and a song into muted throats.

As a cloud of dry smoke, without thunder or rain, is omnipotently dispersed to nothingness by the winds on high, so truly would this entire world be without God-bearers. The entire world is dry smoke, to which only a God-bearer can give thunder and rain, and which only a God-bearer can transform into a genuine cloud.

A cloud resembles a cloud, a man resembles a man, and a world resembles a world.

But one cloud is illusory dry smoke, while another is full of thunder and rain.

One man exists, while the other is nonexistent, even though one resembles the other. One world is, while the other is not, even though it appears as though they both exist.

Until You are born on earth, O Lord, the earth remains a nonexistent shadow; and all the beings on earth are nonexistent shadows.

Your birth is the entrance of electricity into a dry cloud.

Your words are the rain that makes a cloud a cloud.

Your miracles have created men out of vampires.

Your blood, and tears, and sweat have filled the empty shadow of the world with reality.

Good will always be with the just man. His grave will always be sought.

Indeed, the grave of the just man contains more power than the unjust living do. For the unjust are clouds of dry smoke.

Blessed is the nation which has its just!

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