When the chlid was a child,
It was the time for 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?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people,
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I,whom I am,
didn´t exist before I came to be,
and that,someday,I,who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
Song of Childhood,Peter Handke
