Imagine if you can, the concept of eternal life.

Imagine this existence, birthed not long after the dawn of time itself, although the exact details of how it all came to be are shrouded in the secrecy of the past; a life that continues to endure, countless eons later, and will persist until time and space and memory are finally extinguished, far in the future, at the end of days. Imagine the infinite. Imagine the always.

And imagine, therefore, the sheer banality of the everlasting. Does it not stand to reason that one might resort to what could be considered frivolous, just to keep oneself… entertained?