Touched by an angel

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?
How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
Als das Kind Kind war (Song of Childhood) by Peter Handke
(from Wim Wenders' Der Himmel Uber Berlin)

Model: Miss Universe 2007 Tjasa Kokalj

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