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Robert_Sock
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If so, how do you reason?
This may sound like a silly question, but what is meant by “truly happy” (contrasted to just being “happy”).If so, how do you reason?
No offense Robert, but isn’t this the same question you keep asking but reworded?
:clapping: Excellent and eloquent!There is, indeed, a kind of happiness which is possible in this world of sorrow. But it is a difficult happiness to achieve. To put is simply, the secret to being happy is not to desire to be happy. “Whoever hates his life in this world will inherit eternal Life.”
I make no disguise of the fact that I am an extreme pessimist. I see mortal life as a bitter exile, a continual war, a shadow, etc. I see all our knowledge as ungrounded, and all human endeavours as futile vanities. Yet, I am also more or less completely happy.
Every human being has exactly the same amount of pain in their life- for the child who starves to death, it is a short but intense pain. For the person who lives to 90 it is a slow dull ache of boredom, failure and decline. But, on the bright side, it will all be forgotten, once Charon guides us across the Styx, and we drink of the river of Lethe, inebriated with the blessed nectar of oblivion, before entering into the Celestial Paradise with Christ, the Blessed Virgin, St. Francis, the Seraphim, the Houris and the Absolute Form of the Good, for companians. This is the real Life. Either that, or its universal peaceful non-being. Which would also be OK…
So, while it is bad the people die of starvation- pain in life are inevitable. They just vary their forms. There is no sense in being upset about the inevitable. At least, it doesn’t last forever. “Rather than the living, I salute the dead. Happier yet is he who has never been born.” And, if we don’t fear death, why fear suffering (apart from the temporary unpleasantness)?
If we recognise life for what it is- a three day conjuror’s show, or a sojourn of the soul’s in the tomb of the body, a cup of bitter medicine to drink- then death becomes a tremendous boon, and existence becomes a ‘piece of cake’.