Another thought I’d have as as a child, thinking about how many people have existed all through history. Every single person. Every single man, woman and child. It must be as many grains of sand there are on a beach. Thinking about every person, every life must’ve been so different but with that many people, that many experiences, thoughts and decisions, there must’ve been someone that might have had the same thoughts or feelings, similar responses and experiences as me. Someone that might’ve thought similar to me, or shared the same thought or idea. So maybe all thoughts or ideas aren’t new or unique. And I think so many people with so many thoughts, ideas and experiences and they fade into the past where no one can ask them about it. But then maybe, they’re never really gone.