There could be no possible function for an actual paradise. Why could consciousness possibly exist if all it could to do was pleasure itself 24/7? There would be no change, and without change, no imaginable purpose. Just a masturbatory eternity, where everything felt the same–good.
There could be no possible function for an actual paradise. Why could consciousness possibly exist if all it could to do was pleasure itself 24/7? There would be no change, and without change, no imaginable purpose. Just a masturbatory eternity, where everything felt the same–good.
I’d prefer nonexistence.