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The humanity is the worst species in terms of hedonism: our pleasures stem from hard work whereas our jouissances are nothing but fleeting and we are aware of them only when they are finished.
Even worse, the more we satisfy our desires, the more we see them diminishing, making us understand that they are phony, the less we need to satisfy them for a while.
Even worse than the hard work, even worse than the evanescence is the lassitude from our pleasures.
The more we enjoy an activity, the less it remains to enjoy: we become jaded and, even with all the wealth in the world to fight this lassitude thanks to a diversity of entertainment, we do not escape the boredom, in other words, dukkha persists.
The tragedy of the pleasure is that we do not know when we experience it WHEN WE EXPERIENCE IT, since it seems that the intensity of the pleasure is inversely proportional to its duration.
If, by some miracle, we are aware of our (mild) pleasure, we may then worry of its disappearance.