I'm not omnipotent. That's Dad's gig. And things get a little murky once you start tangling with different realities and alternate versions of people. I suppose there may well be another me in your world. Or in another. One can never tell. Maybe he'd be better at seeing or knowing about your type, mm? As it is, I am what I am, and that's not nearly as much as some seem to think -- yet still more than others do.

[He was talking in circles, but it made sense to him. Of course, everything he said made sense to him and little to many others.]