It is interesting how subtle the partition between good and evil is—yet how far removed they are from each other. Strange that, good is so easily committed, and how evil even easier. Let time have it as it may, one is easily inured to the questionable, much less the reprehensible. In truth the very sequel to one’s evil actions, since at times being so seemingly inconsequential, leads the foolish in to further volitional intoxication—construing the lack of immediate consequence as a license for further evil.
For if one does not immediately chide a child for his insolence, in time, he only persists in the act—failing to see the wrong in what was done. How then is our plight? For no longer are we children, gracing this world in utter naivety—no, no longer—rather as time would have it, our intellects have been chiselled and honed, and our moral faculties no less. Why then are we like children, though indeed far more deplorable—we are imprudent in our actions and feelings, inured to their foul muck, naïve to their consequences, lacking even the most cursory of foresight.
The gift of life is not in the least without an inestimable price, of which we are all vested to pay, lest we fool ourselves in to thinking otherwise—we are causally reminded of this, albeit intermittently.
