It's the Astral plane, it's not Earth, it's not like you do the samething you do on Earth
Unironically this, yes. The saints in heaven are simply not limited by the same sensory, physical, or interpersonal difficulties as we are, and there's always more to learn
about God even if one has learned and understood everything there is to learn or understand about everything else.
Could anyone ever tire of Mozart?
At least one great man of our times would say
yes. (I'm not crazy about Mozart myself; I think there's something twee and "overcomposed" about him even compared to other Classical-era luminaries like Gluck and Haydn.)
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.
"You should read his new one!", as Clarence says about Mark Twain in
It's a Wonderful Life.
