I believe to be in the pursuit of pleasusre is to seek death.

Why do you always want more pleasure, why is it never enough? what would be enough, how much would satisfy?

We all seek pleasure, some seek ultimate pleasure, but how do they know when they find it?

Have they experienced it once and don't remember? Perhaps the first time was the best, but I doubt it.

I have had the realisation that the ultimate pleasure is death itself, it must be because nothing will ever suffice. It is the most pleasure you will ever have. It makes sense to me that this is true, but I don't know if I can convey my understanding in words...

People try stuff in the pursuit of pleasure; things like drugs, sex, bondage, all sorts of fetishes, control over others, control over themselves. Each time they do it, they do it a little more, a little harder, a little further. Why?

The pain/pleasure idea comes into play, but I don't see these as opposites or causality partners, rather as the completion of some twisted cyclic behaviour where ultimate pleasure is ultimate pain.

People seem to crave this union of pleasure and pain, they need it, but ultimate pain/pleasure therefore has to be death. A painful death, the most horrific pain, may bring the most exstatic, uphoric, beautiful pleasure. The biggest orgasm you'll ever have.

Certainly pleasure seekers tend to push and push and push until they kill themselves, we see it as tragic, as an addiction that is sad and lonely. However what if they achieve their aim, what if we are missreading them?

I believe that to live a long life must mean to deny pleasure in that life, but further it is to deny pain in that life.

Which would you prefer?

I've been here before a few times
And I'm quite aware we're dying
And your hands they shake with goodbyes
And I'll take you back if you'd have me
So here I am I'm trying
So here I am are you ready

Blink 182, Always