I’ve always been fascinated by the premise of WHY I am who I am. And I don’t mean that in a personality, religious, or spiritual sense. I mean, why am I in this body? Obviously my parents conceived me, but why do I inhabit this body? Why was I not born into the world and lived in a body during the Ice Age? Why was I not born into the body of a King somewhere in England during the Middle Ages? It is a very deep and hard to understand issue, but I’ve always found it fascinating why my reality and existence is in THIS body at THIS time. WHY am I the son of my parents? Why am I not living in the body of a person born hundreds of years ago? It’s difficult to understand, but it is truly and endlessly fascinating to consider yourself being born in a different period of time and in a different place.