Providence waits for a suitable moment to make a helpful intervention.
Sometimes, we get waylaid by folks, intoxicated with the mead of ambition.
The drunkards occupy space, time and energy with demands, knowing what is best for others.
Swept along by waves of enthusiasm, the goose who lays golden eggs is distracted.
Providence steps in to bring matters to a standstill. We’re all saved by the bell.
