Guilt

 "I did it."

"I will do it again."

Both of these lines, irrespective of the tense enployed, have embedded within, a strong semblance of guilt. The question then becomes: who is more guilty? The person who has done, or the one about to do? Both can be the scale through which the guilt of present action can be aptly measured.

Hamlet, in his 'to be or not to be' soliloquy is not burdened by the morality of his actions, more so by their reciprocation, the scale which would better determine their morality. It is a more focused treatise on the nature of individual action, as a subset of the process of being rather than functioning merely as a substantiation of it. He kills Claudius in front of people, after hearing of his guilt from his mother, despite being sure of it himself given Claudius' reaction to his actions, i.e. his dramatic recreation of events as they had taken place. Killing a guilty man in person only made another just like him in the eyes of others despite the act of revenge being essentially just (morality is guilty of being perfectly aristocratic when it wants to be). Orestes on the other hand, had no time to concern himself with such trifles, knowing full well his fate at the hand of the Furies, sufficient of an audience to ascertain the morality of  their own action with some impunity too, at that.

Our world is now guilty of spitting out both poets and tyrants. Both in turn are guilty in lieu of their own action: the poet deluded in the notion that what he puts to the page, will instate some new moral, yet inadvertently spawns more of the same. The tyrant is deluded in the effectiveness of force to bring forth change on his terms. However his action begets further tyranny. Every poet is 'good' on his word, with his action serving as anchor for others more like him, every tyrant is lauded by many, yet they are both guilty of the cardinal sin of action itself which allows for the same vicious cycle of creation and destruction to keep repeating itself. 

By dint of my action, I wager I condemn myself, in making certain that the underlying machinations of both cause and effect continue to hold me in perpetual contempt by their response. Being habitual serves only as the catalyst in this elaborate equation of a reversible chemical reaction. 

Knowledge is power, and yet this power is equally guilty  of passing down the curse of the handicap by unsuspecting vessels thinking it a gift. Too long, has it carried out this campaign. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer its fruits, for or to take up arms against the sea of awareness being on its own, a woeful surrender? We are all complicit, either way in letting actions, those little fits take over us and in turn make the world guilty of having to adjust accordingly. 

The time is nigh to be held truly accountable, to have the individualist dream taken away, lest it punish us with its impromptu constructs any longer than it already has.