To smoke, and have coffee - and if you do it together, it's fantastic. ~Peter Falk

When the child was a child

it walked with its arms swinging,

wanted the brook to be a river,

the river to be a torrent,

and this puddle to be the sea.

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.

When the child was a child,

it had no opinion about anything,

had no habits,

it often sat cross-legged,

took off running,

had a cowlick in its hair,

and made no faces when photographed.

When the child 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 the reflection of a world before the world?

Is there really such a thing as evil, and people

who really are the Bad Guys?

How can it be that the I, who I am,

didn’t exist before I came to be,

and that, someday, the I who I am,

will no longer be who I am? 

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