The pearly gates open.
I walk inside, and brace myself for something wonderful.
That wonder meets me the moment my eyes adjust to the light.
All the books that have ever been, and will ever be written are neatly arranged in countless bookshelves.
“This is everything I’ve wanted!” I exclaim.
An omnipresent voice echoes all around me.
“Good to hear that. Now, these books aren’t going to read themselves.”
I waste no time. Starting with the first book I get my hands on, I begin reading.
I keep reading.
All of the universe’s written knowledge.
I take as much time as I want. I have all eternity to read.
“That was beyond anything.” I say as I put back the last of the books.
My bliss is short-lived after the realization.
I read everything too quickly.
I still have eternity to kill.