-Henry James"My idea of paradise is a perfect automobile
going thirty miles an hour on a smooth road to a twelth century catherdral"
It will be different for all of us of course.
Theres a chance I'll be on a backcountry lake eternally with other outdoorsman- plenty of fish for all. Every cast would be perfect and yield a killer strike. If I was in no mood to share the lake that day, people would just melt into the water, and be chalked up as a mirage. I would envision whoever I felt like talking to, they would appear and be talkative on demand or attentive to my ramblings as I saw fit. Noah would keep swimming close to the canoe, trying to dump me when I wasn't keeping a wily eye out. He likes the water now, and never held a grudge.
John Muir and I would climb the highest pine tree on the hill, letting the rain sting our faces in pure ecstasy while lighting crashed harmlessly around us. The animals would come to the fire at night- a regular garden of Eden, where smokey the bear is real and has a killer singing voice.
No aches, or pains, just a perfect body in a perfect place for eternity.
