glider

(2005 年 秋天的天空)

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 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 an illusion of a world before the world?

Given the facts of evil and people. does evil really exist?

How can it be that I,

who I am,

didn’t exist before I came to be,

and that, someday, I, who I am,

will no longer be who I am?

From Wim Wenders film "Der Himmel über Berlin"（Wings of Desire）