When the child was a child,it was the time of these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream?
Isn't what I see, hear, and smell only the illusion of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who I am, didn't exist before I came to be
and that someday the one who I am will no longer be the one I am?
Ranier Maria Rilke