What pleasures could there be that will endure?

Are not the frail entitled to believe that every stolen scrap of pleasure is their righteous payment for their little lives?

Their death will pay the price for all of them, if they enjoy their benefits or not.

The end of life must come, whatever way that life be spent. And so take pleasure in the quickly passing and ephemeral.

These are not sins, but witnesses unto the strange belief that sin and death are real, and innocence and sin will end alike within the termination of the grave.

If this were true, there would be reason to remain content to seek for passing joys and cherish little pleasures where you can.

Yet in this picture is the body not perceived as neutral and without a goal inherent in itself.

For it becomes the symbol of reproach, the sign of guilt whose consequences still are there to see, so that the cause can never be denied.