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When you are beyond the physical capacity of boredom and have transended to the ethereal plain of existence in boredom.

You are no longer bored, you are boredom incarnate. You no longer pass through time, time passes through you. Hours feel like days, days feel like seconds, seconds feel like years.

To go further into boredom would break the very fabric of our reality as we know it.