I was little, not more than 5 or 6. It was a warm day, probably summer. I was lying in the cool grass on my stomach, examining a single green blade. I remember thinking. Somewhere in another world there is a girl just like me, and she is staring at a blade of grass that is just like this blade of grass.
We are told that we are unique, that there is no one like us in the whole universe. Yet at a young age I imagined the opposite! The thought that there was someone out there just like me gave me comfort; and it filled me with wonder. What was that little girl thinking as she looked at that blade of grass? Was she thinking the same thing I was thinking? Was she wondering about me?