There once was a man who appeared before the law. He brought with him a record of his work, displaying his service to humanity, not as a weekend occurrence, but as lived and exemplary behavior.
The accuser, with clenched teeth, and contorted features, in anger screeched before the law, and said, How could a good man have uttered such vile words? Look at his record, how good must a man be to have such record. It is a shame.
You are right, said the law.
But the man peacefully responding to the accuser, responded, If herein, now, we establish the goodness of mine acts, how doth this word from this woman undermine the goodness of character beheld in my life? Using mine own goodness as the grounds of mine lack thereof, Ah, it is but a contradiction.
The accuser shrieked and the law turned away and the man disappeared.
She began to conjure a spell, and said, Oh, what a pity, a man so good has become bad. How can we help him become good once more?
Turning the law on its toes by a mere word, the law said, Yes, you are right. We ought to make him good once more.
The man upon return, with neither logic nor persuasion, was able to show such contradiction, but watched as the law, now written, made a precedent of such contradiction.
The law then turned and spoke, We must help you and love you, so that you may become good once more. Twenty years in prison ought to bring you back to the standard you wish to meet.
The man, aghast, began to laugh! Holding his arms crossed over his chest and jested as the military marched forward and arrested the accuser, imprisoned the law, and set a new rule: when the law is abused, turn away and seek the law behind the law.