What if you never got bored of things? What if the same sunset that delighted you one day delighted you just as much the next day? Or even more? What if one particular piece of music just never got old? What if you could pick a well-balanced meal that you loved and eat it and only it for a hundred years and never get tired of it?
Would that not significantly change the way one perceives the prospect of eternal life? Perhaps the very existence of boredom, of the thirst for novelty, is a product of man’s fall into sin. I don’t know. I can’t think of any Scriptures to support this one way or another. It’s just a thought.