So this guy is a lawyer. A very good lawyer. He earns quite a lot of money doing what he loves. Which is to keep his clients free of jail or fines, using his clever mind. He loves being intelligent, he loves to show that he is cleverer than anyone else, to find the small detail that no one else has noticed and to surprise the entire court. The judge will have to surrender his client free of any charge. He finds a small bureaucratic mistake, a tiny, unspoken doubt to plant a seed that will grow in the jury’s mine. He loves that part of his job, to play the clever guy. He treats the cases as games, not as real people’s life affairs. He goes home at the end of the day (or beginning of the night) and goes back to his life as one closing a book after reading a chapter, something that is not connected to reality, something that is in another sphere of reality.
He has, of course, learnt how to do this; how to detach himself from the cruelty of what he has to witness every day. At the beginning of his career he would suffer endless sleepless nights, thinking what to do or how he would like to break a case, to betray his client, to show that indeed they did murder that person, and to show that his client is guilty! He wanted then to run, shutting the door on them. But he had to pay his bills. He loved the sea-view apartment he was living in, he loved his new car, he loved the gym, he loved the luxury hotels he enjoyed at the weekends, he loved to pay for his friends’ drinks and he definitely loved to be promoted and to get more money in his pay-check. So, being a believer as he was, and in an to attempt to redeem himself of his guilt, he considered that God was showing him the way to get those people off. To free them from their legal punishment was what God really wanted. And so he was free to be rich and play as an instrument of ‘God’ as much as he wanted.