Since this is for eternity and I’m assuming you won’t have the option for oblivion, my wishes would be:
the ability to completely wipe out all your experiences and memories. With an option to get a new body. (Sex after the 30 billionth time? meh. Imagine experiencing your first time doing…everything.)
after your memory wipe, the ability to temporarily remember all your experiences.
after your memory wipe, the ability to permanently remember all your experiences.
Some good hiking trails up through those mountains. With creeks alongside and an active ecosystem to check out. The bugs don’t bite and there are plenty of dragonflies.
got the pets back with us? oh yeah, definitely great (“God forbid, that i should go to a Heaven where there are no horses!”)
infinite library – check, a “must” for sure
my contributions?
i saw (maybe still have stashed somewhere) a cartoon that had a newcomer being introduced to Heaven. his guide/angel was telling him “…And this is the best part!” there were endless rows of doors, each with individual titles on them: Everything Women Wanted to Know About Men, Everything Men Wanted to Know about Women, Elvis, Who Really Wrote Shakespeare, … on and on and on. you betcha, i’d like that.
for the crafty people like me – unlimited supplies of the materials of your choice, for creating all those things of beauty you dreamed of but could never afford/find/get the materials on your own. [i’m thinking beads. lots and lots of beads. and beautiful yarns, and carved and ornamented knitting needles. and and and…
: ahem :
that people could actually feel loved in the way they’ve always hoped for.
Every animal (not limited to cats & dogs) I’ve ever loved.
(My daughter & I used to agree on this) A comfortable chair in the corner of the largest library ever. A table next to it, containing a large glass of chocolate milk (insert the beverage of your choice, this is mine) that’s never empty & is always cold.
Being able to meet everyone you’ve ever wanted to meet. I would like to see my pre-born daughters, my granddaughter (currently growing up at the Master’s feet), my grandmother, my mother-in-law, Isaac Asimov (if he’s around), Erma Bombeck, & the Virgin Mary. I’d like to get together with Erma & Mary to discuss the difference between raising boys & girls. (I’ve 2 daughters).
There are a few dogs and cats that I’d like to see again. Come to think of it, there are a few machines and pieces of furniture that I’d like to see again. More than some people, actually.
I’d like to be able to finally find all the nice songs that I heard bits of, but was never able to learn the titles of, make out the lyrics to, or hear again.
I’d also forward the suggestion of making the occasional weekend furloughs to Hell, so I can get a shot at torturing dead people who I hated (Rodger Taney, Shiro Ishii, Will Hays…guys like them. Getting in a coupla swings of a mace would be nice).