Sometimes, though thankfully not often, we have to choose between bad or worse, and sometimes between horrific and devastating. Like choosing to let one friend be killed instead of the group of many people nearby. I call it Nocho Ice, the no choice in life.
Actually those types of situation questions are easy if you are a pragmatist or philosopher. Feelings are after all just perceptions. Over the years I discovered some really hard questions. They are hard because they involve your sense of self, perceptions and feeling not flesh and blood. If there is a soul these questions attempt to define its character.
The first question:
You must choose a dream, your dream, from a bag of dreams. You will spend your life tending and nurturing the growing dream that you chose. This question has two parts. Your first choice is to choose either the bag with all identical dreams or the bag with all different dreams. Then from the selected bag you are to choose your dream. What process did you use to select the bag, the dream? How do you know you have selected your dream and not the dream of another?
The second question:
You are a janitor and clean up the observatory every weekend. Usually you are there alone but occasionally some of the scientists are still around when you arrive or show up before you leave. They all know you quite well. You respect them and enjoy your job. One day, you notice something in the telescope that is profound. An asteroid momentarily visible due to the position of the stars is headed directly to earth. You tell each of the scientists that you encounter of your observation, yet none can validate your claim as the asteroid can not be detected except at the ‘right time’ or position of the stars. You know what you saw is real. What should you do? Do you have an obligation to inform people? Do you have an obligation to convince the scientists? Would you tell your family or friends? Would you question what you saw?
The third question
You find yourself in paradise and its forever as far as you can tell. You recall an earlier time filled with struggle and effort, the breath and pulse of existence. Someone or something has put you in paradise. Would you want to know who or how you were put there? The machine or energy used to put you there must be located in paradise. Would you want to know where it is? Should it be marked with a sign of some sort? If you came across the machine/energy would you be curious about it even if you knew it might cause it to stop working and return you to the other world?
How do we identify our sense of self amid all the voices and opinions of others? What are we in our bodies? With brains that perform the task of converting the stimulation caused by the external reality into pictures in our minds without our choice. Nocho Ice makes life go.