There is an old legend, often mistaken for a faerie tale we often tell our children to instill in them respect and fear for their abilities and potential.
It speaks of a man who once wished more than anything else to see dreams made true.
After many years and much hardship he one day attained such control of his abilities that he could change the very structure of matter in the very foundation of the earth, and even that of all life that lived to whatever he himself could imagine.
But having attained this knowledge and control it also frightened him as he had also grown wise in his old age, and so he often found himself lost in nightmares of the things his abilities could create.
With time, even though his abilities maintained for him a body far younger than his age should allow, his mind would still grow older by the day, and with it, bit by bit his control fell to his subconscious mind. And the more he would fear what he could create, the more his subconsciousness would bring it to life.
In the end, as far as his eye could see he found only his own fears made true in a world that would follow him wherever he would go to change anything and anyone he had ever known until at last his mind gave way. But even then did his instinctual fear of death maintain and heal his body swifter than any wound or poison could bring about his end.
It is a tale meant to show that only the fool seeks power for what there is no need, and only the wise knows their own limits.
Yet anew and again, history repeats, and once more an old question is asked.
What is the difference between man and god and reality and dream when they all are the ingredients that produce the other?
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