Every defect of the heart is similar in impact to a nuclear disaster. Beyond being a flaw in character, it travels long and far—over horizons and around corners; as whispers or loud bangs. They don't just disappear, they can't. They linger in crevices and cracks, only to re-emerge at a place and time you'd least expect them to wander. The fallout could very well be worse than the actual disaster. Time and space magnify the impact of every act; we must never forget that.
One of the most bewildering observations in humanity's relatively long history is our constant disregard for consequences. It isn't an hyperbole when it is reiterated that wild oats grow (and viciously so) when they are sown. They overthrow furrows, burrowing into places unknown. They are one of the few things about which it can't be said—out of sight, out of mind.
Succinct!