Self-Destruction: Les cent vingt jours de Sodome - noir et blanc

There were always two forces lurking in me. They complemented each other. But I never understood, were they a figment of man's imagination or something natural, created by nature? People fight each other for their interests, and I've always fought with myself. When part of your soul wants lightness and reaches for the sky, the other half of your soul tries to cling to the earth. They complement each other by providing a choice. But do I have a choice if these two conventions exist by themselves and without me?