When we set up pleasure as the whole meaning of life, we insure that in the final analysis life shall inevitably be
meaningless. Pleasure cannot possibly lend meaning to life. For what is pleasure? A condition. The materialist – and
hedonism is generally linked up with materialism – would even say that pleasure is nothing but a state of cells of the
brain. And for the sake of inducing such a state, is it worth living, experiencing, suffering, and doing deeds? Suppose
a man condemned to death is asked, a few hours before his execution, to choose the menu for his last meal. He might then
reply: Is there any sense, in the face of death, in enjoying the pleasures of the palate? Since the organism will be a
cadaver two hours later, does it matter whether it did or did not have one or more opportunity to experience that state
of the brain cells which is called pleasure? Yet all life is confronted with death, which should cancel out this element
of pleasure. Anyone holding this hapless view of life as nothing but a pursuit of pleasure would have to doubt every
moment of such a life, if he were to be consistent.
- Victor Frankl, http://academyofideas.com/2013/09/enlightened-hedonism/
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