Have I met you before? Hundreds of years ago, perhaps, among the glorious green of the forest in spring? Or was it beneath the water, in glittering pools of infinite color? Did I pass by you high in the air, spiraling slowly through the thermal blue desert sky? And was that you, in the distance, framed against the dimming orange prairie horizon? Have we lived a thousand past lives, or have I only recently opened my eyes, newly born for the first time?