Isaac Asimov Quote

A couple of months ago I had a dream, which I remember with the utmost clarity. (I don't usually remember my dreams.) I dreamed I had died and gone to Heaven. I looked about and knew where I was-green fields, fleecy clouds, perfumed air, and the distant, ravishing sound of the heavenly choir. And there was the recording angel smiling broadly at me in greeting. I said, in wonder, Is this Heaven? The recording angel said, It is. I said (and on waking and remembering, I was proud of my integrity), But there must be a mistake. I don't belong here. I'm an atheist. No mistake, said the recording angel. But as an atheist how can I qualify? The recording angel said sternly, We decide who qualifies. Not you. I see, I said. I looked about, pondered for a moment, then turned to the recording angel and asked, Is there a typewriter here that I can use? The significance of the dream was clear to me. I felt Heaven to be the act of writing, and I have been in Heaven for over half a century and I have always known this.