I remember when I was much younger, the thought occurred to me, why is life so painful? Why isn't our experience an experience of unending bliss? Although I've never done drugs, I wonder what it would be like if our life was an ecstasy like an eternal heroin bliss. I know that sounds crude and perhaps ugly, but you get the idea.
Why is there pain? Do you think it's that important that we have free will? Wouldn't it be much better without pain and only shades of happiness? Does the idea of shades of happiness mean that pain is necessary, if pain means a relative lack of happiness?
I not angling for a religious discussion here, it's just a philosophical question.
Why is there pain? Do you think it's that important that we have free will? Wouldn't it be much better without pain and only shades of happiness? Does the idea of shades of happiness mean that pain is necessary, if pain means a relative lack of happiness?
I not angling for a religious discussion here, it's just a philosophical question.
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