I fought for what I deemed the right,
I saw the Truth, I was her Knight.
My foemen, too, were thus aflame,
Blind chessmen in the obscure game,
Of some malign divinity.
Now, with unfolding eyes, We see.
The paradox of every fight,
That both are wrong,
And both are right.
That friend is foe and foe is friend,
And nothing matters in the end.
George Sylvester Viereck (1884-1962).
It is difficult to know when the end is. Nobody has known it. Nobody will know it. What we can know is what matters in the end. And it is true that nothing matters in the end. Every day, I started with a new fight for something which I thought as mine, only to find out in the end that it was not!
The Frightened Lawyer

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