This very well may be me in one of my brief earlier lives. I say "brief" because I don't think I lived into old age in any of the others. This may be the first time for that.
Which is why everything now is such a surprise.
Life after life.
This can't be proven scientifically. It's all so subjective. I hope it stays that way. We need the mysterious. Things that are not quite there yet there.
Like touching an Angel's wings.
It's said that they are just this side of solid. Like running your hands through warm air. There, but not quite.
As it should be.