I looked at the child in absolute disbelief. There was something about the ephemerality of his presence that calmed my mind. I could not quite articulate the feeling at the time, but perhaps I can liken it to a near death experience. The child once was me, and the child will become me when my presence has shifted. Have you ever asked yourself; what exactly happens when you die? I think I now know. My consciousness will no longer exist, like water vaporizing in hot air. This child however has his own unique consciousness, and although I cannot be the interpreter of his existence, there is something that draws us together. I know he cannot see me, but like two ships in the night, I am certain that he feels my presence. Perhaps he is thinking about impermanence, uncertainty and the passage of time - but these things are not just concepts but shared experiences. Our lives are parallel. I have but three words to say to this boy. “Micool won cup”…