"i couldn’t say who i am. i don’t have the slightest idea. i have no roots, no story, no country. and i like it that way. i’m here. i’m free. i can imagine anything. everything’s possible. i only have to lift my eyes, and once again i become the world. now on this very spot…a feeling of happiness that i could keep forever."
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 just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? - Wings of Desire