When you get right down to it.

People are not the same people they were 10 years ago. Even their cells have moved on. Every night we sleep and lose our stream of consciousness. Every birthday we forget a thousand memories that seemed important at the time. People are puddles of ever fading memories, moving through the stream of time next to each other, interacting with each other and believing they are a single discrete entity. Talking to my daughters about growing up, boys, drugs and all those other things that parents worry about is easy for me. I just tell them the truth. What is far, far harder is when they ask about God. At what age should magic end and rational thought begin?