When the child was a child,

it was the time of these question:
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 a mirage of the world before the world?
Does evil actually exist, or 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?

---From Wings of Desire [1987], Dir. Wim Wenders, 127 minutes.