The Intention

A button, a big red button. What would you do if there was just a big

red button in front of you? The temptation of a button, so big and so
red is a tough thing to resist. The ease and the simple gratification
of pushing it because you can, satisfying your curiousity. A button is
made to be pressed is it not? What is a button that goes on without
being pressed? Is it a button then? A button gives a sense of purpose
and a process of something happening, the allure of pushing it is on
one part to find out it's purpose and intention. What then if I
present you with a button that when pressed, takes a life. Would you
push that button? You cannot deny that you are indeed curious,
tempted, seduced by it. What if, perhaps, maybe, all things we rather
make certaintys. Dare you push a button that could potentially take
anothers life? The logic you hold tries to convince you it's
preposterous, though the insecure and questioning nature of your being
steals this certainty from you. You could be a murderer at the push of
a button, maybe, do you have the audicity to find out? Someone may die
from your tiny, small, insignificant action, is their life worth your
satisfied curiousity? Perhaps. Your essentially being given a 'kill
and get away with it' button, what if tou don't get away with though?
Here lies a true moral test. You need not part with anything of your
own or sacrifice anything on your own part, it is simple, easy and
almost effortless. What do you believe? Will a small press of a button
destroy a life? A gentle push kill someone? A innocent button murder
for you? Who is indeed the wicked here? The button is just a button,
your pressing it for your own expectations of what that button should
do, a demand from the button to deliver and showcase it's purpose in
being a button.
Is taking another human beings life this easy? Have you considered
the implications? The guilt? The responsibilty? The morality of the
situation? If indeed there is.
Who is held accountable here? The button? Surely you will argue it is
the button who is the killer as your simply acting out the buttons
purpose, by pushing it. Gratifying and justifying it's existence as a
button. But the button is just a button, a middle man if you will, you
are the pusher of the button, beginning the chain of events that could
culminate in the ending of a life. It starts with you. You can go on
tour everyday life with no troubles or woes in simply living, but your
every action and decision can be the accomplice to the destruction of
another, cause and effect. In my buttons means it is no more
responsible than your smallest of actions that can build the potential
of effect that ends in someones demise.
This brings about the question of 'intention'. Is this what seperates
us from those we determine to be 'criminals'? Though does this mean we
can all be guilty of manslaughter? My box, nor my button, not even
myself, have the intention to harm, to hurt, to kill, to murder. I'm
simply stating a fact. Someone will die, somewhere. That's no fault of
mine, the box, or the button, not even yourself. Unless you choose to
be. You are the guidance of your morality, the captain of your
responsibilty, the commander of your guilt, the pilot if your intention.
Are you guilty? Are you responsible? Are you intending harm? Are you
morally just? Your choice, I'm afraid.