1.721 When a heart is taken away, there is no justice in the loss, no sense.
1.722 You will know it, that there is no justice in the loss, no sense.
1.723 If you are angry, take care. There is an illusion which tricks your I: distortion ripples up from the fires in your heart, and bends the air, and does injustice to the image of the universe before you, like false mirrors which appear like liquid on a desert road. Do not believe your thirst will be quenched.
1.724 There is no justice in your rage, no sense.