It is easy to succumb to justice: dadgummit, we are in the right. However, being "right" prevents you from living fully.
There is definitely a type of vital energy in rage, but it is a narrow range of living: a trap of intensity that drowns joy.
Within this trap, we live in a state of strained repetition: embalmed in injustice.
“He was embalmed no longer in injustice.” Phillip Roth, The Human Stain
