For All Involved.

The possibilities that arise from the choices we make are endless.
The lives we touch with our every choice are infinite.
The inclusive nature of the approach, reaching out to others for help or approval, is often necessary.
The thought we place into our every decisions is... poor.

I live, I affect, through living alone, every human, animal, natural, and unnatural entity I come in contact with, look at, think about, hear, smell, touch, and imagine.
I breathe, I steal the air with which a child may someday survive. I chose to breathe.
I see, I imagine and put into motion plans which put me in contact with others whom may have never been exposed to my point of view or realities and thus are tainted or touched by who I am. I chose to live.
I touch, I go about my daily routines without any inclination to look upon the resting place of the things I come in contact with. A cup I may dispose of may become the cup of a person displaced by society. Perhaps a Veteran of a recent war whose circumstances drove them to quite an ironic circumstance which through the ransacking of disposed treasures, the garbage we rid ourselves of, they find -finally- something other they can use to pull water from the polluted well in the tunnels; no more using of their tired hands instead this cup. I chose to touch.
I hear, I carefully pick from my environment the things which I listen to, especially if and when I am in my car or home, or should I chose to block society out from existence and just plug my ears with a device that will allow me to instead listen to what someone else wills me to listen to instead. Because music may be something we enjoy, but there isn't a lot of music which is made for people, from desires, hopes, feelings, or to fulfill art's passion for art... it is made with the intention to make money. I digress, for I chose not to hear those, although so many pass me by as I attempt to greet them, and all I get is a distant look into the abyss of ignorance while dangling from the person's ear is the apparatus which has transformed society into the zombies we feared in shows decades ago... the mindless few who hear nothing. I chose to hear.
I smell, I can wander as to the nature of my surroundings with the potent odors that emanate from all things. Not only through this wondering will my imagination capture the surroundings in which I currently reside, and memory be stored with that much force and energy, but I should be able through these things understand whether I will find something pleasing. I chose to smell.

I dare bequeath thus henceforth acknowledge that which I express above: choice in life is a lifetime of choice not predisposed nor clearly visible. I abhor the nature which makes me what I am, because that is what this is all about, the judgment through our senses of what the things we encounter are about. Perhaps our senses are a burden on society despite how eager we are to please and help one another; it is thus that without, one shouldn't come upon the found, granted that the err which is being explored could exist or have existed and furthermore come about without the circumstances that warrant its nature today.

The clarity of life, the simplicity of choice, the rights and wrongs we deem to be or not, can be simply explained as transient. You see, life today, life a thousand years ago, life a thousand years from now... too different to disseminate anything from and to.

If I had a choice, I would rather not have one; the responsibility of it is wholly -too many lives to account for. Today think that you don't simply smile... the choice it carries, for all involved!