Ah, I think my definition applies to lives in totality. I don’t think you can measure the quality of a life by summing the quality of its moments, for humans, at least. Sometimes things that happen towards the end give the whole of it a different meaning. You can’t tell by looking at a section of it.
Hedonists are always like “well the satisfaction of things coming together in the end was just so immensely pleasurable that it outweighed all of the suffering you went through along the way” and like, I’m looking at the satisfaction, and I remember the suffering, and no it isn’t, but it was still all worth it (and if I’d known it would go this way perhaps I would have found the labor easier.)
Ah, I think my definition applies to lives in totality. I don’t think you can measure the quality of a life by summing the quality of its moments, for humans, at least. Sometimes things that happen towards the end give the whole of it a different meaning. You can’t tell by looking at a section of it.
Hedonists are always like “well the satisfaction of things coming together in the end was just so immensely pleasurable that it outweighed all of the suffering you went through along the way” and like, I’m looking at the satisfaction, and I remember the suffering, and no it isn’t, but it was still all worth it (and if I’d known it would go this way perhaps I would have found the labor easier.)