Could anyone ever tire of Mozart?
Imagine a place where Shakespeare is still wring plays that people perform, in which Mozart is composing one masterpiece after another (but not so fast that you can't be obliged to settle for some Ravel), and in which Michelangelo is still painting.
Yes some "anyones" can tire of Mozart. Both my older brother, who is a classical music aficionado, and now using computers composes some himself, and I, tired of Mozart by around age 20 without even breaking a sweat, just as we did of Tchaikovsky. Writing pleasant sounding melodies is just not enough for us. We want more discord and dissonance to touch our souls.
I personally have no particular yearning to go to heaven, assuming I was able to make the requisite leap of faith to believe in its existence. I suspect I would find it boring.
