At some point, God must consider the embryo and decide what the personality of the tiny human will consist of. Sometimes it will be melancholy, at others, He see's a powerful Choleric, and the combinations go on for ever: for no two humans are exactly alike. He gives gifts that match the person. To me, He gave a gift. A gift called imagination. With this I have been to many places. I have also been able to bring others along... in the form of a story.