King David and the balance universal: great wealth is so often accompanied by pains and woes.

Incessant, unending human striving: that with great dissipation comes great corrosion.

David the Shepherd Boy, as a case study, was banished to menial labor of babysitting sheep.

Until.

God sent him forth.  Blessing him.

One would think, this was all: that he was lucky.  After crowned as king, he would be wealthy, satiated, and in all ways indulging in politically and socially ordained bliss.  With a word, he could clear away anyone's assets into his own coffers; and he could likewise be brought wives and comely servants.

Roll end credits, cue the Celine.

But for the universe, and its firm but fair sense of balance.

The leery men, the neighboring kingdoms, and the moral code itself came forth to address the balance.  In all ways, his wealth and power had created dozens of enemies and usurpers.  Not to mention the invading armies that threatened.

Such was worries that accompanied such greater rewards--as if the universe gave him a sort of teeter-totter from which to faceplant at any time.

Or would he enjoy it, catch the rhythm, and simply ride?

Somewhere in all his troubles, he writes:

Sing unto the Lord a new song!

and

Restore the joy of my salvation, oh Lord!

There was Bathsheba, a romantic conquest whom he commanded, about whom he orchestrated murder to secure her as a long-term romantic conquest.

Derisively, his conscience was melted with the words, "thou are the man".

How the universe, possibly at the countenance of the lunar body in the night, makes a wry smile, as if knowing.