Thinking about the various clustercusses in the world, and reading William James, I came across this optimistic notion:
Secret retributions are always restoring the level, when disturbed, of divine justice. It is impossible to tilt the beam. All the tyrants and proprietors and monopolists of the world in vain set their shoulders to heave the bar. Settles forevermore the ponderous equator to its lines, and man and mote, and star and sun, must range to it, or be pulverized by the recoil.
It's a quote from Emerson, delivered in a lecture on the divine in the mid-19th century. You gotta wonder if he'd reconsider his position if he saw the world today.