Like the seasons, in which you can’t properly appreciate summer without having to go through winter, you can’t have pleasure without experiencing its opposite. I would not want to lose the ability to experience either of them.
When we die, it might be like a candle being snuffed out, cool relief of nothing.
Or Heaven, and the infinite pleasure, how do we reconcile the pain needed to understand warm glowing sensations implied by cloud comfort.
Experience is not much of a thing to me, maybe overrated. Glad you enjoy your memories of the experience, wonder if you’ll take them with you, and for how long.
I mean to say, embracing it. Pain is a part of life, so rather than try to avoid it or keep it at bay, why not accept it and let it run it’s course? Pain, like pleasure, is fleeting, and I think trying to learn to appreciate all the sensations of being alive is worth something.
I have to live with pain. Embracing it is a noble idea, but why don’t I just go ahead and crucify myself and get to the heart of the matter.
I appreciated the sensation of smoking crack. Pleasure zone supreme.
I can tell you the before and the after of that pleasure are the worse internal pains a person can inflict on their own soul. It like a chalk board screech of the soul.
I have to live with pain. Embracing it is a noble idea, but why don’t I just go ahead and crucify myself and get to the heart of the matter.
I appreciated the sensation of smoking crack. Pleasure zone supreme.
I can tell you the before and the after of that pleasure are the worse internal pains a person can inflict on their own soul. It like a chalk board screech of the soul.
I have to live with pain. Embracing it is a noble idea, but why don’t I just go ahead and crucify myself and get to the heart of the matter.
I appreciated the sensation of smoking crack. Pleasure zone supreme.
I can tell you the before and the after of that pleasure are the worse internal pains a person can inflict on their own soul. It like a chalk board screech of the soul.
I have to live with pain. Embracing it is a noble idea, but why don’t I just go ahead and crucify myself and get to the heart of the matter.
I appreciated the sensation of smoking crack. Pleasure zone supreme.
I can tell you the before and the after of that pleasure are the worse internal pains a person can inflict on their own soul. It like a chalk board screech of the soul.
I think this makes good sense, Blurred, but only up to a point. Oftentimes pains serves the specific purpose of teaching us to avoid - a hot stove, scratching to excess, etc.
I think there’s something to be said for tolerating and even trying to ignore pain in certain circumstances, but that can’t be expected when the pain is excruciating. Some pain you can’t simply overcome with “attitude.”
Nano-bug, I believe you must be in pain now as you speak. I’ve had short excruciating pain, and long dull pain drawn out of several years, the memories do nothing to me as far as making me speak of pain in such a manner. But, maybe I just haven’t experienced enough. But, I think, correct me if I’m wrong, if you had a break from the physical pain and the psychological pain of anticipating it for a month then you wouldn’t be inclined to worry about avoiding it or wanting pleasure. Of course that’s only for the sake of argument. I know that you’re right; I have lots of pain to look forward to.
Sartre said that pain is meaningless to someone fulfilling their project. Maybe he’s way off, I’ve had a hard 2012 up until September, and I already had read about that from Sartre, but it didn’t occur to me to try the techniques related to that philosophy. I’d had barely any pain in the last four months now but when I did it worked. But, that proves nothing for such little pain. As I said I have some pain to look forward to, I’d like to know if these techniques are useful before then. Well, if anyone is interested I could try to share my techniques, but they’re very difficult to explain.
No I’m not having body pain, only mental pain. But I don’t think for a minute that once physical pain enters my life permanantly that it won’t laugh at the mental pain I’m complaining about now.
Even if we buy something to make us feel good, we then have fears it will be lost or stolen or broken or it just never lived up to what we imagined it would be like to own it. All of that is a form of pain, even if it just mental.
No body pain, but I feel like having this body is burdensome and I’m tired of lugging it around. When something like arthritis hits, I’ll curse myself for complaining this way, but it will come in the form of regret, which will be more mental pain.