only the children cry about it

I filled my Sunday evening by reading To Kill A Mockingbird again, for the first time since being a child. I don't have it here, so I can't quote my favourite bits, but what it has left me with is a feeling that our way of being in the world can be absurd (now I am saying absurd absurd absurd to myself, it has stopped having the same meaning as it did when I first thought of it, so I am no longer sure it is the word I want to use). What I think I mean is that when we are children, injustice seems obvious and unacceptable - and we are incredulous about it (if, for example, our brother got a bigger slice of cake than we did). And when we are adults we accept a lot of injustice all about us - I think I do too - it's a huge part of my society. In the story, the little boy (Jem? or was it Dill?) is the only one who cries at the injustice in the courtroom, even though everyone else is aware of the injustice. Everyone else, even if they are sad, accepts it, and didn't expect any different. This is like the quote about fear of death (below) and the slow decline of questioning - just going along. Getting squashed by all the mundanities so that justice doesn't seem as important anymore.

That's all, I think.