The Choice?

All I do is highlight, bring to attention, make you see. I do not wish
for you to make any actions towards or in reference to my work, for
me, it's about a simple idea, a tiny thought, just the smallest of
notions planted in your conscience is more than enough. I do not make
you donate or push the button, I do not force you to make a decision,
although, what if I did? With my work it is your choice to see it how
you wish, a key part of my work is to evident this fact, you have a
choice. Is that a good thing though? Morally can you even choose? Is
it right even to consider your options? With life on the line, where
does right and wrong come into it? Is the preservation of life the
accepted 'right'? To even think about the choice a wrong? Or is that
just what we are led to believe? Maybe if I gave you a even harder
choice to make you'd see/feel it more in my work. "if you don't press
the button someone, somewhere, will die". Is this too much to confront
the auidence with? Can I shock you into acting perhaps? Scare you into
a decision? If your own life was on the line, how would you act?
Hollywood is fixated on portraying the horrors that people can commit
in dire situations, though these are often pale in comparison to the
horrors that happen in everyday reality. These movies/documentaries
make the Everyman fearful of not himself, like they should be, they
instead become fearful of the other, their neighbour. The attrocities
of our capabilities are rarely a self realisation, more a adding
caution and apprehension to any and everyone around them. We should
not mistrust others but mistrust ourselves. When it comes down to it,
our life or theirs, which would you choose? What if the pressure was
on? Live or die, in the rush, the chaos, do you really think you'll be
making the morally right decision? The socially accepted choice? Kill
or be killed, instinctually, there is not much choice, our
complexities, our so called 'power' and higher evolutionally minds
fixated on that tiny glimmer of 'what if' 'maybe' 'prrhaps'.
Hesitation, it is what our aparent higher placement inthe food chain
has given us. To stare into the tigers eyes, there will be no
hesitation in his choice, he knows you are deadly, he feels the need
to feed, it is in his design and his character, to rip you to shreds
at the first oppurtunity. You, well you will be lost in thought and
moral questions "this tiger could be endangered" the hilarity of the
thought. Our nature, is to run, to save ourselves, the surivial of
'me'. Staring into the oncoming bloody death indeed we will be, we
will be caught up in how to escape this situation, rather than
focusing on the task at hand, to remove the threat, not run from it.
The fear of living is almost as great as the fear of dying. In our
perplexitions of both, we never know for certain if we are indeed
alive, or dead. Is this, just another, choice? Do we, can we, decide
to live? We can certainly choose to die, but do we have any choice in
the matter of living? Should we? Is this existence something we should
even question? Many would say no, many would say to live because you
have life, the gift of being. Though a gift implies some sort of
choice doesn't it? To choose to accept or not? You can even take the
nicely packaged box home, your choice to open it or not also isn't it?
Can simply put it at the back of the cupbaord and forget about it and
leave it to collect dust. Many would question this, many would hate
you for it, to deny life when you have been graciously given the
'gift' of it. Choice, seperates each and everyone one of us, and
unites us universally. To be or not to be? Well that's all well and
good, but how about the choice behind even asking that question?