That concept strips man of his basic spiritual need...to accomplish things. I know that I can handle "Club Med" for about 2 days before I begin to go stir crazy, for example. I have to do something, fix something, build something, solve a problem or a puzzle, create something.
LOL, while on a week long cruise on a ship, I repaired the sink in my stateroom, and begged permission from the Captian to go into the engineroom. Then I volunteered to be an "oiler" (one who cleans oil spots, dirt from the spaces, and lubricates mechanical parts, on a four to six hour watch schedule), just to give myself something constructive to do.
Without adventure, or goals, or dreams, the spirit of man atrophies. The idea that men will rule over me from heaven, while I sit on an earthly paradise (no matter how symbolic), just grates at my spirit. To be subjugated to man's rule for eternity just does not cut the mustard. I don't care how "special" those men might be. My inborn sense of being equal to all men, would rise up in defiance and rebellion. (That is why son must leave father and mother at some point and make his own way in the world).
You description of Man's paradise, would be hell to my spirit. Your description of man in heaven would put me loathe to enter that place.
We are told all our lives "Do not judge others", only to find myself standing in judgement over others, for ever? That isn't heaven. Neither is having someone else do everything for me.
I think heaven is much more than that. I know we aren't absorbed into some greater consciousness, because we are told we retain our own identities. That implies, our own drives, dreams, will, etc., be maintained.
Your heavenly concept would be a prison to some people. Yes, I'd like earth to be a perfect "home" to come to. But then after resting, I'd want to get back out into the cosmos to see what it is all about. I'd like to be in the presence of God (directly), with eternally implied consent. In other words, to visit with Him intimitely anytime I wished, and have Him glad to see me. But then when I wanted to go explore something, He'd smile and say "have at it".
Your presentation of heaven is rather limited and stifling for my tastes.
this is becoming an excersize in futility.
Q