Heaven's Dream

by Brian Herbert

After a particularly taxing night of solving logic puzzles and riddles, your brain suddenly shuts down and you find yourself in what you can only hope to be a bizarrely relevant dream. Seated beside a set of pearly gates is the patient-looking figure of St. Peter, white robes and all. "We're glad you could make it, but before you go in, there's just one little question you have to answer," says Peter, and you begin to suspect that this will be a 'thinking' type of question.

"How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" He raises a hand to point to an inscription on the gates. "The answer lies therein. Each is accounted for, and the further you go, the more you'll get. Take your time; you have plenty of it." After a few cautious steps on the cloud-like floor, you approach the gate and read:

How wondrous too is truth received
For him who'd defy verity
As hope the sick soothes even sates
So benign the uncertain's made

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