“How old are you?” you ask.
To which I can only reply, “I am eternal, therefore I do not understand your question.
I am a teenage girl, a wise old man. A three year old boy, a middle aged woman. A warrior, an ancient soul. A fresh and new spark of light.
I am everyman. I am one. I am all.
I am you.
How old are we? We are eternal, therefore we should stop worrying ourselves with this foolish question.”
Miraculously Middle-Aged 