The definition of life: the same activity day in day out. There is no rest from this "job", it consumes everything in its past, it even consumes itself. There is no colour, nothing, the world is grey. Reality is grey.
We can seek pleasure but the pleasure we seek is not the end we seek, it is merely the means to achieve the end which is as yet unkown to us. The search never stops
Kind of reminded me of a book i read from Friederick Nietzche (in my view he is one of the greatest philosophers if not the greatest), it is unrelated but it was interesting. He said women are the means in which men seek to have children, to assure the continuity of their legacy. Then he asked what are men to women, he didn't really answer that question (Thus Spake Zarathustra)
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