What is life but the subtle putrescence of passion, married longingly to the increase of inhibition? I have pondered this question for some time. That, and this, "Is our actions products of our being choosing, on its own accord, to action and order? Or, are our self-attributed actions products of our biases, and infused with the repercussions of the machinations wrought by those who have come before?" For example, say I volunteer for conscription. Why? Why did I swear subjugation to a geopolitical conflict I know next-to-nothing about? Did I choose on my own free will to sign-up? Did I choose--subconsciously--to volunteer? Or, did I become a product of society, and accept based on the fact that an image crossed my
