We all had to read The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, at least I mean all of us kids who were still in school past age fourteeen or so in a school district that had some required readings. Written in 1948, published in the New Yorker, the short story tells about a small town ritual, carried on for as long as anyone can remember, in which the citizen who ends up holding the paper with the black mark becomes the target in this fictional game of chance. Tessie Hutchinson is stoned to death by her friends and neighbors in what seems like a bizzare practice of we've always done this and always will ---as familiar as the time to plant, time to harvest, time for the lottery. We learned about the concepts of scapegoating, of mob action, of blind obedience to tradition, and the general unfairness of how things come to pass.
Targets, in the general sense, are important. We aim to hit the ball, target the survey to the proper audence, and target the arm of the cyberknife so only the cancer cells will be targeted.