Happiness v Pleasure. And why I'm smrter than you, if only belatedly.
And that's no thanks to you, it's worth noting. I mean, it's worth it for you. It matters not a twig to anyone else but you.
But until I was 29 I didn't really have a clue.
This is Happiness.
Pleasure would look like something which would feel more real but in feeling more real, it would have exponentially decreased intrinsic value. This guy is not faking it. Find me a guy getting a BJ for real who looks like this and we'll talk about your inability to value conceptual Truths for want of your determination to wallow in literate noose.
This is Happiness. You know it as well as I do. Next time you're getting a BJ, take a picture of your Self you goose. Compare and contrast with the illuminated Truth.
There are implications involved that have stupendous degrees of value. There are those who would restrict this man's inappropriate Happiness.
It's time for us to put those people in the ground. That would be Happiness in a very similar vein to what is happening in this picture. When you understand how and why, we can talk further.
But for now, I'm exhausted with being the source of value. It's your turn to produce.