The tantalising echo, is how some portray the craving for heaven.
Is it possible that this life is the echo, and that, as it says in “the Problem of pain”, (C. S. Lewis, 1965), every moment that speaks to the craving, to the joy, is the tantalising glimpse, rather than the true pleasure?
“Even in you hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of- something, not to be identified with but always on the verge of breaking through…the clap clap of water against the boat’s side? You have never had it. All the things that have ever possessed your soul have been but hints of it- tantalising glimpses, promises never fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear”
(CS Lewis, “The Problem of Pain”)
Perhaps pleasure then, is the promise of fulfillment, rather than its end.
That sounds promising.