Do you feel/think like you must have always existed?

Like how did you suddenly pop into excistence? It makes no sense.

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We have always existed, comrade. We are one. Both unfortunately, and fortunately. As above, so below. As within, as without. Even my enemies are my brothers and sisters. As much as I don't like them right now.

You and I are in quantum entanglement and we come from the same Source.