“For gold is tried in fire, and acceptable men in the furnace of adversity.”
We are not equal, not in this land. Your love is not my love. I don’t care what stickers say. You and I are not equal in this land. When mine sleeps, when his scourged spirit lays down legal sin, lets slip Christian hate: when I worship what you can’t see, witness his dreaming mouth curl in playful expertise, hands stroke invisible joy — he’s cooking something, I can tell — Original Fire! Then I assay you, set ablaze your soul, wonder why ; find on your foul stone the smoky remnants of an absent father-god — babbled orphan-speak raving of war, always war mad-driven to despise all bounty execrate all bonds sacrifice hope to a doll — No. You and I are not equal in this land. Your love is not my love. Mine is fire and yours is ash. You and I are not equal in this land.
(“In future cases, we should reconsider all of this Court’s substantive due process precedents, including Griswold, Lawrence, and Obergefell.” — Justice Clarence Thomas, proving his worth.)