Why, Francois, honey, I'm just beginning to appreciate the animal body properly.
Back when I was a good little dubbie, I wanted to learn every musical instrument, every aspect of several arts, also math and science (Algebra I alone would probably require fifty years ;)).
And then I wanted to hear the truth about all those six thousand years of human history from the lips of the resurrected ones. I was in no hurry to meet Moses and David; what about John Muir, George Washington Carver, Elizabeth I, Harriet Tubman? I wanted to -- once we got PBS up and running again -- host a TV show similar to Steve Allen's A Meeting of Minds -- but with the real personages, not actors.
And, 151drinker, shame on you ;) of course eternal youth was a given. How could you forget?
I'm with COMF, actually. Wasn't it Farkel who declared that all experience would eventually pale and all enjoyments crumble irretrievably to dust? I don't think so. I don't think it would be possible to remember a thousand years of experience all at once. I can well imagine picking up a book you yourself had written, so long after the publication date that it had begun to crumble -- and saying: "My god, I'm going to have to brush up my English before I can read this again."
Actually, what I most looked forward to in
Cloud-Cuckoo Land
the Kingdom was the feeling of being taken care of. I still miss it.
GentlyFeral