The Responsibility.

In reference to my work 'The Value Of Death' (the donation box), I seem to stumbled across a aspect of the human psyche which i believe may separate certain social 'classes' and belief. There is a evident choice in whether to feel responsible in the death of another in placing a donation in the box. It's not so much about what you believe a death/life is worth in what donation you choose to give. No, it also has the consciousness attached to it. From whatever it may you place within my box, it is your own morality and choosing to whether to feel responsible for another's death. This can happen to such individuals to such a degree they fear the prospect, the very notion of being a component in another human being's death. Tempting fate, changing destiny, many would believe these to be such things that human beings have no right to meddle within or change. Though I ask when (if) all we have true responsibility over is in fact ourselves, our souls, mind and body, our existence, how can we ever feel accountable for the loss of any life around us? No matter the distance or circumstance.

Where does the line stop/begin or begin to blur on where taking life 'too far' materialize? In disregard for life and its rarity do we create a offensive to all that 'is'? Religions tell us we should be thankful and praise worthy of the lives we are 'given'. Even science tells us that our very existence is such a 'miracle', the exact conditions of our planet, the thousands of sperm, the lineage of our species and here we are. Many question though, If it is indeed possible, how/why is is so special? Do we have any justification in putting a price on life? We often become so obsessed with the mysterious and enigmatic 'death' of the other and thyself, some could say we never truly 'live'. The meaning and reason behind living is a quintessential question(s) in the mind of the human. We are so compelled by our very being that it is said we don't use the opportunity to the full potential. If we had any logic it would seem we would not question this 'life', we would 'live' it, wouldn't we? The eternal mystery of what is and what is not is the plague of the human psyche, our nature, our world, our structure, our laws, our ways, our workings, nothing goes without questioning, we are the forever question marks of the universe apparently. Searching for the answer to ourselves, within the stars, within the world, within our own biology, within our own minds. We are compelled to know, compelled to understand, Not much is a simple 'given' anymore. From our very beginnings we set out hunting, searching, gathering, looking for more, processing everything we encounter.

The way we work is that we are the very centre of the universe in our view. The notion that we are not is the assault upon the self worth and the confidence of the individual. To even be confronted with the idea that we simply do not matter is a fear we rare express because of its deep and fatal blow it bestows upon us. We live in a world of escapes and alternatives, for those of us who cannot accept and cannot comprehend the possibility of the seemingly nothingness of reality, we divulge into the many consumeristic options available to us. The many no longer face their fears instead they barricade themselves within their boxes with fancy gadgets and materialistic comforts designed to give them a sense of worth in world so diluted its become the impossible to find a light to shine in the mere darkness of being.