The Reality Is Somewhat More Prosaic

So all great minds, including mine, have come to a conclusion, peak experience is a rare thing and won’t last.

Schopenhauer says, life is a pendulum swinging between pain and boredom. You want something, you make an effort to get hold of it — this is pain; after you possess it, you get used to it and grow bored. The only peak moment is the short time right after you obtain what you want. But that sweetness won’t last long.

Proust says, love is moving back and forth between desire to possess, and equally strong desire to flee upon possession. The limits on eternity doesn’t lie specifically with love. They reside in the general difficulty of maintaining an appreciative relationship with anything or anyone that’s always around.

Human psyche is built as such. One the one hand, you have a burning urge for possession and security; on the other hand, you have a tempting tendency to get bored with what you’ve got and seek novelty. This is after millions of years of evolution.

Average human being craves security more than novelty. But long acquaintance is taxing for consciousness, which is embodied and would lose its elasticity after long-term gaze, at which point, it starts to wander and look for variety.

Proust again: “Afraid of losing her, we forget all the others. Sure of keeping her, we compare her with those others whom at once we prefer to her.”

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