"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?"

Der Himmel Über Berlin