Rosenkrantz from the alley
With poetry dallied
To twit fellow bum Tyrone.
Tyrone often questioned
But he never was left all alone.
Mo? Is that you?
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.
Well, “Hoist by his/your own petard” was coined by some other savant, not I.
Fact is, though, the phrase as a deeper meaning. “Hoist” in early usage meant not just “lifted” but also “hung/executed” … so the implication is that one has been done in by one’s own thaumaturgical creation/plot.
Sort of a Shakespearean “reap what you sow.”
Actually, for much of the period they did have boom stuff. However, it was poorly understood, of widely varying potency, and the tech to harness it was rudimentary at best.
Hence the phrase, “Hoist by his own petard.” (a petard being a sort of mine full of boom-stuff affixed to the wall or gate of a castle, and detonated to breach the walls). The petard had a tendency to go off prematurely and kill those who were attempting to use it.
Still insignificant. Utterly, vanishingly small. So miniscule as to be virtually, if not actually, nill.
Since the amount of energy consumed in the creation of a human being is about one horsepower (if it’s done right), the energy output of the universe is affected to a degree so minute as to be nil. IOW, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmfAyK6CeIg
The first one would get a TV-MA rating, if not heavily edited.
“Here’s to our wives and lovers. May they never meet.”