“Why did Einstein say that Nikola Tesla was the smartest person in the world?” Asked the old man one day to the boy as they worked in the garden.

“What?” Asked the boy, confused.

“Albert Einstein was once asked what it was like to be the smartest person in the world, and he said ‘I don’t know you would have to ask Nikola Tesla’.” Said the old man as he continued tilling and digging up dirt for a plant he had purchased earlier that day.

“Ok?” Said the boy, “Why are you asking me this?” 

“Because I would like to know your thoughts on the matter, seeing as you are now an educated man.”

The boy thought about it.

“Maybe because he never got married.” The old man stopped and looked at the boy curiously.

“What?” He said in astonishment.

“Well because Tesla was married to his work, that was his love. Einstein not only needed to make love, he needed it reciprocated back to him. Tesla decided to give love freely without any regard. So while Einstein was smoking his pipe, Tesla was inventing blueprints for spaceships.”

The old man looked at the boy in shock. He had asked the question because he was truly curious about the boy’s answer, but he never thought that would be his answer.

“Love?” Asked the old man. “So Einstein was less smart because he was in love?”

“No.” Said the boy. “Tesla was in love too, but Tesla’s love wasn’t just for one person. I think that is why Einstein said he was smarter, because Tesla was able to find a love bigger than himself.”

The old man was silently staring at the boy.

“What!?” Asked the boy, annoyed, “You asked me!”

The old man smiled. “So where does your heart find love?”

The boy was taken aback, pausing to realize what the old man had just asked him.

“Are you asking me why I don’t have a girlfriend?!” The boy exclaimed, shocked that the old man didn’t just ask him that. 

“No, but you did.” Said the old man, chuckling to himself as he turned the potted plant over, removing it from its container, and placed it into the hole he had dug in the ground.

For some reason the boy couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with the old man in the garden.

He hadn’t given much thought into love. He had sex before when he was a teenager, but ever since his journey began that day, he hadn’t even considered actual love.

He began to weigh the benefits of each, comparing Einstein to Tesla in his mind. While it was true, Tesla indeed was more accomplished that Einstein as far as inventions were concerned, he died poor and alone. 

Einstein had people who loved him back.

The boy thought of his own childhood, growing up without a mother and father. Not having a sibling to turn to, or a cousin to play with.

He thought of his grandmother living alone, and how the love of her husband kept her going.

He thought about the old man, and the way he was the night his grandmother had died.

How he was today, how he smiled at him and laughed at the thought of his grandson being in love.

He loved the old man, but he wasn’t in love with him.

But when the old man was no longer around, who would be there to love him?

He thought about being in love as he watered the bed of flowers his grandmother had loved so much. He didn’t want to die poor and alone like Tesla. But how could he tell a woman who he was.

That’s when it came to him, he shouldn’t. Words were nothing without an action behind them. He remembered the reason he was going to school, for proof of paperwork. Without proof of study, he had no way to provide someone with evidence that he indeed knew what he was talking about. 

But being a prophet of God didn’t come with any paperwork. 

There was no way to provide proof, he had to show and prove. If he told anyone who he was, he still wouldn’t be able to prove it. They would always doubt him. He would just have to prove it somehow. 

He didn’t want someone to be with him because of who he was, he wanted to be with someone for how they were with him. 

He wanted to share the world that he created.

He wanted to manifest love. 

Most of all, he wanted to create what he never had, a family of his own.

He wanted to be the father that he never knew.

He knew that he wanted to give them his love, wholeheartedly.

Falling to his knees, he cried with his face in the sun, his tears as raindrops that watered his soul. 

The old man stood by, watching his grandson fall on his knees as he watered the flowers. He saw him put his face to the sun, and watched him rise to his feet, letting his tears stream as water from the hose.

Next Chapter: The Throne