–To you, I haven’t been born yet, and to you I’ve been dead a hundred billion years. Is my bod
–To you, I haven’t been born yet, and to you I’ve been dead a hundred billion years. Is my body out there somewhere? In the ground? –Yes, I suppose is it. –But here we are, talking. So I am a ghost. To you, I’m a ghost. We’re all ghosts to you. We must be nothing. –No… no. You’re not that. –Then what are we? What can we possibly be?–You are the only mystery worth solving. -- source link