Here is the irony at the heart of the demonic life: these people chase pleasure, but what they actually experience is anxiety. Immeasurable, boundless anxiety — aparimeyam — that does not let go until the moment they die. One worry ends and the next takes its place, like waves that never stop reaching shore.
Their supreme goal is kamopabhoga — the enjoyment of desires. Eating, acquiring, indulging — this is all there is, they believe. Etavad iti nishchitah: they have decided, with absolute certainty, that nothing exists beyond material pleasure. No soul, no higher purpose, no liberation.
This certainty is itself the trap. When a person is completely convinced that pleasure is the only point of living, they cannot even begin to look for something deeper. The door to peace is not locked — it is simply invisible to them. And so the anxiety remains, from birth to the final breath.