I’d assumed the tour of Heaven ended with the Bodily Pleasure Area, until the angel showed me a small plum tree.
“And here is the original Tree of Knowledge. The one in Eden was a graft. This one can impart whatever you wish to know, merely ask the question, then consume a plum.”
“I thought it was an apple tree.”
“I want to know about all the near misses I had in my life.”
I ate a plum.
The angel sighed and looked after me as the millions of times I almost died filled my soul.