Quite simply, “Justice” is a human concept, just like “good” and “evil”.
Nature, Reality, has no concept of “Justice”, any more than a table leg has a concept of “love” or “hate”.
Thus, things happen because, well, things happen. Call it mere coincidence, although the theists tend to reply “there is no such thing as ‘coincidence’, God has a reason for everything.”
Just this morning, on another board, a fellow made an emotional posting; it seems his Grandfather had had a heart attack, and while recovering, the fellow’s Bible group added him to their prayers. A few weeks later, Grandpa was well enough to attend Church, where, in the middle of the service, had another heart attack, and is currently in critical condition back at the hospital.
The poster simply could not fathom why “God” would let such a thing happen in His Sanctuary, His House. Especially after they had prayed so fervently for his recovery.
Most of the replies to that post served up more pap to the fellow, regurgitating the usual “God moves in mysterious ways” and “It was his time, God’s calling him Home” and “It’s a message, it’s telling us God won’t solve all our problems for us” platitudes.
These are all, of course, no more than excuses. A way to try and correlate the mythological wonderland a religion trafficks in, with cold, harsh reality.
Nature has no consciousness, no emotion, no sense of vengeance, no compassion. The reality of nature is, more accurately, “kill or be killed”, and we are, for all our strengths, fragile animals with finite lifespans.
And in that “finite lifespan” comes the reality of Death. All things die, even stars and planets. That is the one immutable law of reality, and faced with that, the knowledge that you, personally, will die- perhaps tomorrow in a car crash, perhaps fifty years from now in an nursing home- we invent a “cure”. A placebo, a pablum that makes us feel a little better about that ultimate finality.
And just as a placebo works only by the patients’ belief that it works, that soothing ointment of the afterlife only works by Faith- I know it works, please don’t tell me otherwise.
Personally, I know Death is a reality. It is inescapable, inevitable. I do not fear it- that’s like being afraid of the tides, or autumn, or the wind. There is nothing I can do about them, they were here before I was, and they’ll be here long after I’m gone.
To fear Death is pointless, a waste; it serves no purpose save to make you afraid to face the world without that placebo you firmly believe can defeat the undefeatable. That placebo is said- by those equally afraid of Reality- to provide us a far better- and longer, eternal, even- life after this one.
My, that does sound good, doesn’t it? Not only is Death, in this life, not the ‘end’, it’s the beginning of something even better.
So what if the stories we’re told don’t mesh well- if at all- with Reality. The Supreme Being , the All-Powerful Creator who can defeat Death, can, at a whim (we’re told) manipulate reality to suit His needs- why not? He made it all in the first place. (Or so we’re told.)
Thus, nothing is too implausible for the Creator (after all, he’s going to keep you from dying permanently, remember, a feat for which you should be suitably grateful; cash is accepted) not even the creation and subsequent obliteration of several million cubic miles of seawater (which, if you think about it, seems needlessly wasteful, considering if He could create and then destroy the water, why not simply skip right to destroying his flawed creations- itself a conundrum from a “perfect creator”- but then, you’re not supposed to think about whether or not the Placebo is actually working, you just have to believe that it does.)
God and Heaven- or whatever afterlife you envision- are myths. They’re opiates to blinder believers to the Reality of both Nature and death.
Once you understand that, you will realize how the concept of Reality being either “just” or “unjust” is pure fallacy.