The judges of morality

The judges of morality, judge. They judge because they know. They know everything, know general truths and they are the owners of the absolute laws.
The judges of morality are usually vocal backstage, seldom you see them on stage. But from the backstage, isn't it, things are seeing from a caste perspective, from there you may issue uncontaminated judgments, at the backstage the floor is sterilized and the air is fresh, from there the clearness of the “undoubted sin”, may let you see up to the bottom, the depth of the lost soul.
The judges of morality are not even in the hall for not to be charged as they encourages immorality by their presence in carry out of sin.
Judges of morality are people of good character, with fear of God, who pray and bow down, who knows parables and offers large and beautiful words to all those fallen.
To be eligible for a fallen speech about morality, a man must humbly crawl and especially to be very unhappy. The judges of morality are those who associate the humble unhappiness with virtue and overflowing happiness with the sin.

The judges of morality are those who vehemently condemn all those who are or choose to be different.
The judges of morality are never mistaken. They are above mistakes, or near them or behind them, but never in the middle of them. A judge of morality will ever become a lawyer of morals, for he condemn not defend.

If....

I come and say. We seek happiness everywhere. We seek happiness in theaters and cinema halls, especially before the movie. We seek happiness in the waiting halls. In trains or planes. We seek happiness in concert with obscure bands and marginal public. We seek happiness in libraries, linger longer than we should on the shelves which can throw us into a conversation. We seek happiness dedicating ourselves with any price, for things that we are not ready for. We seek happiness in lazy delusions. We seek happiness in some others truth. We seek happiness in abandonment. We seek happiness at night, especially at night. We seek happiness in churches, where we draw the eye to the happiness of the closes ones. We seek happiness in the arms of God. We seek happiness in the optimistic morning. We seek happiness in tragedies we bypass. We seek happiness in its redefining.
We seek happiness in collective. We seek happiness in an one night stand.
We seek happiness in drunkenness. Then in abstinence. Then in drunkenness again. We seek happiness in decadence and withdrawal. We seek happiness in rescue. We seek happiness in altruism. In hope and misery. In humility. We seek happiness in hotels and tours. In vacations or delegates. In missions and charitable acts. We seek happiness in all times of reflection to our selfs in the dirty mirrors of life. We seek happiness in a living painting. A sling. A look. A moment in which destiny could do pirouettes. We seek happiness in the family. We seek happiness in hospitals. In the eyes of those who listen us. We seek happiness in great deeds. We seek happiness in view. In strategies, in the art. We seek happiness in despair. In simple things we seek happiness. We seek happiness in children. We seek happiness in all the ins and outs of our endless world. We seek happiness in the infinite empire of thoughts. In precipice of wishes. On the mountain of future. In our soul wars. In the flat victories of pride. We seek happiness EVERYWHERE.
One question we forgot to raise, concerned with the crazy rush: What if the happiness is the one who's looking for us and it never find us because we play to much “seek and hide”? What if the happiness is seeking in us all that we seeking in it? What if happiness claiming happiness?