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?
When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child; to it, everything had a soul and all souls were one.
How can it be that … who I am didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday … who I am will no longer be …?
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Lied Vom Kindsein – Peter Handke
