Some facts about "Pleasure" must read you will Enjoy it.

Pleasure is a freedom-song,
But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires,
But it is not their fruit.
It is a depth calling unto a height,
But it is not the deep nor the high.
It is the caged taking wing,
But it is not space encompassed.
Aye, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I
would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.
Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they
are judged and rebuked.
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek.
For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone;
Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful
than pleasure.
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth
for roots and found a treasure?
And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like
wrongs committed in drunkenness.
But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its
chastisement.
They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as
they would the harvest of a summer.
Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.
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And there are among you those who are neither young to
seek nor old to remember;
And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all
pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.
But even in their foregoing is their pleasure.
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots
with quivering hands.
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the
firefly the stars?
And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?
Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with
a staff?
Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the
desire in the recesses of your being.
Who knows but that which seems omitted to day, waits for
to-morrow?
Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and
will not be deceived.
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused
sounds.
And now you ask in your heart, “How shall we distinguish
that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?”
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it
is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to
the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of
pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.
People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers
and the bees.