I was reminded of a story that comes to us out of antiquity about a man with a lot of power and authority. He decided one day to stay home from work and upon doing so saw, something he ought not to have looked at, or maybe, to have kept looking at. It was the form of a woman and he had the authority and power to even call her to him. He slept with her even though she happened to be the wife of somebody he knew very well, who worked for him. To make matters worse, she became pregnant and he realized it was his child and there was no way the husband would think it was his own as work had taken him out of town. So he decided to do something about it. Calling the husband back from work, this man tried to get the husband to go and sleep with his wife. He wouldn't. Finally, to make a long story short, he actually had this man killed.
It's a sad story, but gets sadder because this man then continued in his role of power and authority quite oblivious to all he had done – the heinous crime that had been committed against this family, until another man who knew him well confronted him through a simile, ending with, "You are that man" who was responsible for the injustice. When the grave crime he had committed finally hit home, the man felt great remorse over what he had done.
