I balk at the notion that the height of paradisiacal enlightenment is one long, lovely, do-nothing day. The gods “do things” constantly. One of Hermes’ sacred epithets is “Busy.” Why should we consider ourselves “blest” if we are not god-like?
I would rather be busy and damned than bored and blest for all eternity.
In response to:
“The more than human personages of visionary experience never ‘do anything.’ (Similarly the blessed never ‘do anything’ in heaven.)”
-Aldous Huxley, Heaven and Hell