We are not sleeping well lately. The house has emptied out, with only The Rose remaining. But she is an adult, a schoolteacher, who treats us like errant students who are regularly chided for having not done their homework. If we forget to buy fresh bananas, we are given demerits, the effect of which we do not know.
Most of the time, we spout the wisdom of others. There is precedent, the wisdom of legal scholars, and the opinions of pundits, for example. However, every so often, rare as it might be, we actually have an original thought, one we believe to be wholly our own. That's the way we're beginning to feel about the West Pediment of the Supreme Court Building in Washington. The West Pediment sits atop what most people might call the public entrance. It's the sculpture above the front steps shown on your admission certificate; the one with images of all those people (including representations of Chief Justices Marshall, Taft and Hughes, the first two standing for "Research Past" and "Research Present", respectively.) Our proposed original thought for this morning, however, concerns the words below those pictures: "Equal Justice Under Law."