Too late we learn life holds the sharpest knife. Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter.
Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think that the die is not cast by them. They are and always have been. That the intricasies of complex living seem too diverse and too extraordinary coats the attitude that all is coincidence.
But it is not. For every action there is an inaction and a reaction. Which are one and the same. An inaction is a decided action in zeroes. From this there will always be the decided game of chance being played and the players somehow think they will escape the consequences.
But in time, their time, there is a reactive legislation which prevails. And no thing goes forgotten. It is written in the wind, so to speak. And Nature will have her day. Always. Life will have its totality, always.
What is sown is also reaped. People understand this only in the most banal terms. But all these precepts are ideas of long standing and have come to their own fruition. Listen well.
Cliché’s are true and have a substance leaking energies which do not dissipate until satisfied. There is a balance to all of life. Lest we forget.