And not for justice?

I ride public transportation every day. I'd like to say that all of my experiences have been enjoyable times making small talk in a warm, convivial atmosphere. Unfortunately, the world turns on its axis and human beings are shells of morality. I watch eyes flutter from person to person, adhering to strict rules of avoidance when it comes to the subcultures of this life. Occasionally I will lock stares with one of these gambits of social voyeurism and the result is a short moment of world warping catastrophe. For an instant in time, they realize that I see who they are and who they pretend to be. I can see their nurtured sense of caste chauvinism and a consequent guilt that even Marcus Brutus would not envy. The beauty of this world lies not in the people who inhabit it, I am sure of that much now. No, the beauty of this world lies beneath the veil of truth. I ask this world, this life, only one question: Why?