One more time
Yes, that is the refrain of life. Encountering the events we feel good or bad. However, the refrain remains, ...one more time for the good and ...not one more time for the bad. The penchant to experience the pleasure one more time is perhaps the most primitive instinct of a living being. Human beings, however, have perfected the art of hiding this penchant. Hiding the most obvious desire for repeated experience of pleasure.
Human beings also have the uncanny habit of trying to relate the eventual pains to their penchant for instinctive pleasure. This results in the fear of Sin. An act that results in pleasure can in no way subsequently result in pain. But we seem to believe that all our pain is due to the mistaken pleasures of the past. Past as it would , perhaps, mean does not and can not have a bearing on the present or the future. Our habit of viewing the present and the future as a natural sequence of the past makes us feel guilty or proud.
Pleasure and Pain are the sensations that we need to understand in great detail. What is pleasure ? I am totally confused when I try to identify a Pleasure from a Pain. Is birth a pleasure or a pain. I do not remember. Did it hurt me to be born? Perhaps it did and is that why I cried. But if it were a pain why would I celebrate a birthday.
Human beings also have the uncanny habit of trying to relate the eventual pains to their penchant for instinctive pleasure. This results in the fear of Sin. An act that results in pleasure can in no way subsequently result in pain. But we seem to believe that all our pain is due to the mistaken pleasures of the past. Past as it would , perhaps, mean does not and can not have a bearing on the present or the future. Our habit of viewing the present and the future as a natural sequence of the past makes us feel guilty or proud.
Pleasure and Pain are the sensations that we need to understand in great detail. What is pleasure ? I am totally confused when I try to identify a Pleasure from a Pain. Is birth a pleasure or a pain. I do not remember. Did it hurt me to be born? Perhaps it did and is that why I cried. But if it were a pain why would I celebrate a birthday.