Back when I was a kid, I loved to read novels of almost any kind. But no matter what I would read, one particular activity of mine would repeat all the same. In the middle of tense moments, I would imagine some kind of higher power descending to the world in order to save the heroes from the trouble. After imagining for a bit I would open the book once again and continue with the adventurers in the fictional world according to its author idea, only to rinse and repeat my habit once again a bit later.
In other words, even back when I was still a kid I was already dreaming about possessing god-like powers of influencing anything I would ever want. Yet, just like with everything that people imagine while in their childhood phase, once someone actually obtains what they always dreamed about, it usually turns to be bleak.
