[ WP ] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die

Have you ever looked down and gazed on ants scurrying across the ground? Their lives are inconsequential to you: you step on them, you pour liquid death on their colonies, on everything they will ever know. You do it without remorse, because, of course, they are barely sentient. Their lives are given to action without thought, and compared to yours their life is a blink of an eye. They have spread throughout the earth, on all but one continent they roam. They're numbers are by far greater than yours, and you know that if they gained any form of sentience enough to throw off this inequitable relationship, the world and everything you knew would be destroyed. 
 
 But, have you ever asked yourself, have you ever once thought that the measly eighty years or so that humans have so toiled to attain, may be as much of a blink of an eye as the ants are to you. That there may be something out there that has waited beyond the very edge of your sight, of your thought, and has orchestrated the greatest achievements and atrocities that the world and mankind has ever known. A being from a race long dead, a being whose very age dwarfs all of human history, a being who has no remorse for anything beyond its own selfish whims. A being who is bored. It has not even crossed your simplistic, barely developed mind. 
 
 This being is bored. Over a million years of knowledge, of experience, and this being has found that nothing new will ever happen again; humans themselves have exhausted all their primitive allure. Their problems, their squabbles, their victories, their triumphs, are no longer interesting. There is no excitement in life left for this ageless thing. There is no point for this thing any longer. Even causing mischief brings no joy to its heart. It must spend the rest of its eternal life in boredom. 
 
 The humans have envisioned that eternal torment would come from pain. But, even pain tantalizes the senses, it allows you to *feel*, there is beauty in pain, in the very act of *feeling*. Boredom, is the antithesis to all of this. Boredom arises when there is nothing left to sense, to *feel*. When all options are exhausted, when everything is at its end. Humans feel momentary bursts of boredom, in their lonely times, in their sad times, in their happy times. This un-feeling motivates to you to move, to converse with your fellow man, and it is quickly dispelled. Imagine if your eternity was to be bored. Imagine if that un-feeling that takes control of your heart, and makes you twitch, would be the only product of the rest of the years you have. Is it not terrifying? Do you not feel dread tingle down your spine at the very thought? 
 
 Would you not want to die? Would you want to live for this boredom? Even if this boredom is not eternal, to go decades, centuries, or millennia in this state of boredom is unbearable. Death itself is a gift in this torture. A gift that can not be given to this being. So I ask, again. 
 
 Would you not want to die?
