[ WP ] God is human ... we are all God , really ... but almighty power is like wifi and one person has been hogging all the band width ... until today .

The old man watched his grandson grow from a tiny baby with beautiful brown eyes and dark skin into a young man. The old man debated who should be given the gift. For all of his life, the power was his. He hoarded all of it, not out of greed but out of fear. Anyone else with all the power and all the knowledge was liable to lose their mind. He had searched the world for a successor. He had tried to breed one. Many of his children were close, but he was not satisfied until his grandson was born. He'd always known since he was granted the power, but he always doubted. His grandfather had always told him to doubt the power. 
 
 As a young man, he had not been wise with it. Used it as a young man would. Since then, he had allowed the wisdom in. This lifetime was more trying than humanity had ever seen. Sixteen separate times he had stopped the end of the world. Now, a different path lay ahead of humanity. The Earth was being used up. Humans had to leave it, but he had been so grounded here. He did not want to leave. He wanted to stay, but he could n't bring himself to fundamentally change humanity to save the planet. He believed free will should still exist. Not all of his predecessors felt the same, but time is running out for him now. 
 
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 Sanjaya rushes in to see his grandfather who lies on a cot. He kneels in the dirt beside him. Sanjaya's mother and father sit in the room with his uncles and aunts. His grandfather waves them away with what little strength he has. His children groan. 
 
 `` Let me... talk to... my... grandson.'' 
 
 Sanjaya grabs the hand of his grandfather. He holds it tight and thinks about all of the time he spent with him. So many good memories. 
 
 `` Give me your... hands.'' 
 
 Sanjaya does. The old man grabs them tenderly. Sanjaya looks at him with sad eyes. 
 
 `` Do not look at me with those eyes, Sanjaya. I know more than you may think. I have to show you something before I go. Stay right there.'' 
 
 The old man squeezes his grandson's right hand. The boy is taken to a future where he walks on the surface of Mars. He spreads his knowledge to the greatest minds on Earth who want to leave it. Then, Sanjaya returns to the present. The old man squeezes his grandson's left hand. The young man is still on a peaceful balanced Earth. There is no war. The planet is healthy. Great minds surround him here near home. Sanjaya comes back. 
 
 `` I give you my power. It is up to you to decide which path to follow, but you have to choose one.'' 
 
 Sanjaya looks at him intently. `` Are you Vishnu? Shiva?'' 
 
 `` Yes and no, but now you are it. I grant you my power.'' 
 
 `` I am not worthy.'' 
 
 `` No grandson, you are. You have a difficult path ahead of you. You have to choose.'' 
 
 `` No grandfather, both paths are possible. I will not choose one. I choose both.'' 
 
 `` Humanity may die.'' 
 
 `` You knew what I would choose. You know what happens. This is the path that you wanted humanity to take but a path you were not able to choose.'' 
 
 `` My boy, even the Almighty can have doubts and weaknesses.'' He says with a smile. `` Hug me one more time.'' 
 
 Sanjaya hugs the old man. When he pulls away, his grandfather has passed. Tears stream down his face. He yells for his family. Sanjaya stands and backs away from his grandfather. He sees a grain of rice on the floor. He raises to the level of his eye. It falls to the ground. With trying, he sees into the future. Sanjaya smiles, just a little, through his tears. 
 
 `` Thank you, grandfather.'' 
 
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