All of we can be happy. All of us. But not together.
Why???
Isn’t it obvious?
Because al of us are not happy in the same way.
We only pretend we are, because it is bad to look unhappy.
Crowds are only happy the three seconds after the score of their team. Crowds are hyped, not happy. So are masses. But masses are also content. Contentment is poison to the muscles and leads to ugly life forms. Happiness endures separation from others. Happiness is like cooking; keep the smell inside the kitchen or attract guests who eat it all without even appreciating it.
the work to make the cars is suffering, but also pleasure.
work is a distraction from the void.
life is a series of distractions. but the void, nonbeing, is also pleasure.
an object cannot observe itself. an object does work, external complexity, so that it can become one with the complexity. therefore, since it is one with complexity, it cannot view its own complexity since it is in the flow, running mode.
when an object is surrounded by simplicity, it becomes simple. if it stayed complex, it would observe its own complexity, and suffer. so in this case, an object can observe the exposed parts of itself.
pleasure = the least amount of percieved complexity. this can be accomplished, as explained above, via external complexity, ie. a complex creation that awes and luls the senses or engulfing oneself in a complex task.
Find happiness any way you can, immortal. For you are in it for the long haul.
Cheer along with the heifers, if it gives you pleasure. Share a laugh with the ignoramuses. Distractions are like energy boosts. Though you are immortal, you don’t want to dwell in the pits do you? The boosts keep you high above them.