Imagine you are presented with the opportunity to enter a bliss machine.
In this machine, you feel perfectly happy for as long as you can be kept alive. No pain. No suffering. Nothing bad.
Just a life and narrative of bliss.
But, to have this bliss, you must abandon everything about this reality. Back in this world, you would be a warm corpse hooked up to a machine.
Would you enter, or would you stay?
Feel free to offer your thoughts and justification in the comments.
Constant bliss means zero growth. I think growth is more important.
Constant bliss means nothing bad to which to compare the bliss. So is it really even bliss? I mean, I suppose in the scenario, it is—the machine makes it so. But going in, before getting hooked up, I know that it isn't real. Not really real.
This life is a blend of pain, bliss, and routine. That seems to be the way it is supposed to be, and that is good enough for me.
Wisdom is crystallized pain. No pain, no wisdom. I’m a hard pass to the bliss machine 🦋