“I feel I have been another person. Actually, it goes far beyond that. I seem to understand certain peculiar admonitions and predilections common to the ancients. The Greeks. The Persians. The Jews. Older still. Africa. Asia. The veldts in which our most distant hominid ancestors found their first glimpse of the consciousness we would embody.

But it doesn’t stop there. I have been forests. Lakes. Skies. I have been bees and flowers, jellyfish and plankton. I am as much viruses as I am galaxies.

Somehow, the light that shines back to me from the sky… is familiar to me… as my own. The day is the light of my lives. The night? These are the lights of my deaths.”

— an anonymous informant