What would you do if you had the keys to the world?
Would you take a fistful of power, leveling kingdoms, flattening mountains, burning all the seas?
Would you build a palace of platinum full of concubines, on top of another palace full of gold and fine paintings, on top of another palace made of ... old ships and your manacled enemies holding up your grand monstrosity, gouging the heavens with gaudy grandier?
Don't ask me, you won't like it.
Would you grab a napsack full of caviar and champagne, and be carried by steroid infused cheetahs on a most luxurious backpacking tour of Europe, Africa, and Atlantis?
Would you have all the world's knowledge, poetry, and trivia JAMMED into your skull by wizardry and super science, with plenty of quantum physics so you could supercede age and anything less than omnipotence?
Me?
I'd trade the world to grasp my one twinkling star.
Even for just a moment.
Name her, love her.
And hope.