I sit in a raised box among eleven others while a judge (overly fond of the qualifying clause) delivers remarks about justice. I pay attention. I try to map his reasoning onto Boolean logic — IF (x AND y) OR (NOT b) OR k, THEN q, ELSE p — but I cannot parse. When he asks me if I believe I can weigh evidence, make a judgment based on the law I say, I imagined I might before you spoke but you’ve convinced me I cannot. He frowns. He signals the clerk to lead me down & out. Had I stayed, I’d not have played at being god.