Imagine a world where the creamy filling folks had their way. You'd go to the store and pick up clear plastic packets of white twinkie goo; life would be packed with 100% jubilation. Extreme glee would encompass your entire day. High emotion. Extreme uninterrupted pleasure. And pleasure on a permanent basis would eventually turn to pain. You'd certainly get sick, off of all that continuous sweetness. Nauseous.
