Ask me now and my answer will be different from the answer I give you tomorrow.
Or I can tell it in a picture. When I was a six year old girl, I dreamed of a big tree, with big leaves, with the shape of butterflies.
This tree put me to the question : What happens if I die? Will the next incarnation of the tree be a butterfly?
Forty years later in Sydney, I saw this butterfly shaped tree again .And I asked myself:” Will I be a butterfly in my next life?”