from Zen Gardner:
When I was very young I came to the conclusion that nobody else in the world but me had this silent stream of thoughts going thru their head.
For reasons long forgotten now; I also briefly thought that I arrived here as an old man who got younger the longer he lived…until one day soon I would just pop out of existence.
My earliest memory is of getting a bath from mom, looking down at my baby feet and recognizing what that meant, thinking to myself, (in babyspeak) “Oh hell no, not again!!”