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 sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear and smell just a mirage of the world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and people who are really evil? How can it be that I, the one I am, wasn't there before I was there... and that some time I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?