Judgment is always a mistake, even when it's correct. In that moment there is a break between the world and its world, Every instance of seeing, a mistake. The world is simply the world and there is no separation at all. What temporarily triumphs in judgment will finally tear and appall. The villain knows this--- judging nonetheless, in some poetic mode--- complimenting the dress. We want there to be seeing. Oh sad being! Einstein had, like all of us, with the instinct of a perfect golf swing, an ancient, universal, need. Light, he realized, isn't fast. Light is speed.