I went to university to study law. The first words spoken at the beginning of the course, and spoken in beautiful Welsh intonations they were, were: " If you are here because you think the law is about justice, you are in the wrong course". I had obviously signed up for the wrong course. So, I went down to the Student Union Bar to drown my sorrows in rich English ales. There I met some students from the philosophy department who kept banging on about the problem of whether the table my pint was standing on actually existed and how were we to know that the table did exist ad infinitum. I am not religious these days, but I do remember the Old Testament adage that it is better to live on the roof top than to live in a house full of confusion. A child has a clearer understanding of justice than what remains of it after it has been shattered into a thousand strategems and words and sacrificed on the altar of politics.