I think you're getting frustrated
Oh, I am not frustrated at all. I don't know why you think I am. It is interesting watching you do these mental gymnastics to avoid answering a direct question.
because if there was no so-called 'problem' of evil then you wouldn't even have an Op.
There is no problem of evil in heaven. ... Is there?
Just admit it. You're asking why does evil/suffering/hell exist.
I have nothing to "admit". I am wondering why the Christian story needs an earth.
Why can't there just be a finish line instead of the race?
Heaven is not a finish line, is it? Aren't there beings born into it? Or is that not possible (and if not, were the angels born on earth?)
That's one of my questions. Is earth needed because more souls are needed in your heaven and somehow your god is no longer capable of making them there and for some reason needs more of them?
Why can't everything all just taste the same instead of sweet/bitter?
Oh? Is everything the same in Heaven? It all tastes the same for eternity? How ...
unheavenly.
Why can't we know the definition of good without knowing it's opposite?
Non sequitur.
Also we can know good without knowing the opposite. Dark cherry ice cream is really really good. One of my favorites. Interestingly, I can taste all kinds of ice creams and while none of them are
bad, and certainly none are the
opposite of dark cherry, the diversity is delightful and does serve to refresh the sensation that I like dark cherry best. But I don't need opposite-dark-cherry-opposite-of-favorite to know that.
Do you eat cat shit so that you can know your favorite ice cream flavor?
Why can't God force everyone to be good?
How does he do it in Heaven?
get some rest if you're tired.
You say all this with such melancholy; as if you know that you are going to be so incredibly disappointed with Heaven. No journey, just a destination. No flavors. A god forcing you to be good. And not even knowing what good _is_ since you no longer have access to its opposite.
I am so sorry for your hopeless future.

What a terrible burden you bear, knowing this is your future (if you're allowed to go).