I think the difference between the addict, the hedonist, and the fulfilled, are degrees of balance among the facets of their lives, and the degree to which each relies on pleasure to establish meaning.

Dog and God sit on either side of Man.

Salience lives where contrast occurs.

Every creek and crack of my body is a memory of a moment of intense living.

A moment of intense difference.

The painpleasurelightdarkfastslowness determines degree of reality.

When I only have pleasure with which to contrast, I must seek out ever greater pleasures to achieve salience.

Converse true. Switch. Reverse. About face.

Salience is where the pain of existence meets the joy of living. I seek it as I fear it.