Tap that ass

You had to run the tap for at least ten minutes before it stopped tasting like tepid soy sauce. Just how much of people’s lives was spent waiting for hot water to run hot, for cold water to run cold, standing there with a finger, pointing, in the falling column.

Martin Amis, London Fields (193)

…should there be no god, no heaven, no afterlife, and all we have waiting for us is nothingness, then…

(and I know this negates the original nothingness theory, as you shall see)

… if, after dying, we are given the choice to come back and experience life for the briefest of moments, just once, without the choice of when in one's life this re-experience would occur, would it truly be rewarding to agree to it and get the probable outcome of a truly mundane moment, like standing next to a shower and shivering, waiting for the water to get warm?
Would this moment be more rewarding than that of standing under warm water, washing hair, in that more nerve endings would be alerted, ie what in a full life might be considered a bit of a shit moment would, in this situation, ultimately be more sensory?
Would it be rewarding in its ‘plain life’ sense, more rewarding than an emotionally charged moment, say, of love-professing or hatred-displaying?
Would this pointing finger moment really be a sufficient example of how life really was?

And what of comparing the moment of waiting for a kettle to boil against a moment of the most intensely emotional and connective sex you ever have? Would you feel cheated – in agreement to this opportunity, you perhaps expected to relive at the least a really intense kiss and instead you get one of the bazillion times you wiped your ass on the crapper or one of the many times you mindlessly turned your body over in your sleep?