Perhaps I shouldn’t fantasize about such things, but I do. I think about the absolutely unimaginable depth of infinity; compared to which, for example, all the beauty of the physical universe, the wonder of its action, the complexity of its uncountable trillions of particles interact with heat, light, each other and time is just a drop.
I am math-challenged. Always have been. That makes me science-challenged, then, because you really can’t do science without math. But I love science. I picture myself suddenly having no barriers to math and suddenly being “plugged in” to God’s limitless knowledge of math so complex that even Steven Hawking couldn’t comprehend the tiniest bit of it if he had a million “earthly years” in which to do it, and then observing, say, the inside of the sun and being able to comprehend all of the trillions of calculations going on simultaneously. I could turn my attention to Black Holes and know exactly what’s inside them, and how it all works. I could defy space and time and physical constraints. I could go inside a tree and observe it building up layer upon layer of wood, marveling at it, and the time involved would mean nothing to me. When I get a “glorified body” back, I will be able to go inside the sun and feel the heat just as it is, but no pain with it. I could feel the cold of space just as it is, but no pain with it. I will be able, if I will it, to be “pulled into atoms” by plunging into a Black Hole, yet reconstitute myself at will in its center. And I will feel those unimaginable forces just as they are, but no pain with it, and I can choose to be governed or not governed by their otherwise applicable rules.
And, since everything that has happened since the dawn of time is in the mind of God at all times, in every detail, and since I am “plugged in” to God, I can see the 300 fight the Persians if I wish, and, wonder of wonders, every moment of Jesus’ life, every second. And I can be there at the Crucifixion, at the Harrowing of Hell, the Resurrection and the Ascension. And I can be there at the Birth of Christ for 1,000 years at a time if I wish. I can be there at the death of the martyrs in the Colisseum and be one of those welcoming them to heaven, just as they welcomed me.
And during all that, I am bathed in a love that is so overwhelming that the sum and total of all loves I have ever experienced; my parents, my siblings, my wife, my children, my grandchildren, every friend, is immeasurably small in comparison. And, being “plugged in” to God’s immeasurable love, I will be able to love those people in a measure that I could never do before.
And during all that, I can simultaneously love God back in a way I cannot quite do now, and I can have the joy a pure and unselfish love would bring to one who could do it.
And during all that, I can actually talk to God, and He’ll actually answer. Being infinite, he can keep up an infinite number of conversations simultaneously. And He will tell me every single thing I wish to know, and I will never tire of asking.
And, experiencing all that, my whole being is praise of God. My praise is not separate from myself. It’s not something I “do”, exactly, but something I “am”. I have no thought but to praise Him, since I am in His love and His wonder 100% of the time, and I marvel anew every nanosecond. My very act of “seeing” Him is to praise Him. I won’t be able to do otherwise, or want to. I’ll do it automatically because it will be consistent with my nature; a nature I actually have now, but to which I do not give full consent no matter how hard I try, because I am an earthly being. Seems a few saints came close, though, and that’s why we call them saints.
But, being an earthly being, and mightily limited by that fact, that’s about as far as I get with it.
i look forward to taking the sunglasses off~ 
