You don't have to agree with me. I don't expect you to.
Just consider that some, if not many of those who live long lives experience ennui, feel like everthing is just another repetition or version of countless similar events in their lives, so how much more is eternity in terms of repetition? Infinite repetition of finite possible events?
What do you do that you haven't already done an infinite times before? Where is discovery? Where is learning? Where are the fresh youthful experiences of childhood, which may be the sweetest of your life?
