Eternal life is far too complicated for the human mind to comprehend. There are far too many angles and chapters. You can only get a snapshot of what forever is like
“Whiz bang!” That’s the sound you hear when the atmospheric pressure is just right.
When you are a psychic, you become aware at midlife that everyone knows the future, but nobody cares. So what that I drowned tight up underwater. Some things are just worth it. Their names go down in the Tetragrammaton to be called upon in the time of need. A part of them is imprinted in the time space continuum.
There is no time. We are floating in a bubble to and fro throughout the universe.