Will the last person to leave the church please turn out the lights.
And no religion too
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Will the last person to leave the church please turn out the lights.
Men speak often of pleasure, seldom of joy. Pleasure is somewhere and something; joy is nowhere and nothing. Pleasure is planned, imagined, curated; joy is spontaneous, uncontrolled and now. Something else: Pleasure has an end. That’s where pain is.
Our desires are narrow, specific, repetitive and opportunistic. We conform to them, not they to us. There’s no benignity in a desire. After a while we start to look like what we want.
One has what he wants. The other doesn’t want what he doesn’t have.
There is an obsession among men so common that it’s mostly unrecognized. It’s called ‘What’s next?’ and produces a near-total alienation from ‘What’s now?’ In this state, the sufferer’s imagination overheats. He might as well be blind.