"I have nothing to offer the world," said the old man, his hands scratching each other.
There was a long silence somewhere in the universe.
"Do you have your freedom?" asked the god.
"I believe so, yes."
"Then give the world your freedom."
There was another long silence.
The old man trembled and asked, "Then what will I become without my freedom?"
"A god."
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