“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
{this is not a post} One day I and two friends exchanged a conversation where we discussed the “probability” that we, humans, are a kind of immortal souls that can return to physicality and, as such, our age could be different from the bodies that host us. So, some could be “old” souls that are already around for sometime.