He’s been alive for what feels like forever but isn’t. He remembers exactly what he was doing when he heard about the Antony and Cleopatra tragedy, when it was decided that the calendar would have 365 days, the death of Alexander the Great. But he doesn’t remember the exact day he came into existence.

One thing that had remained consistent, though, is the one he’s loved and lost in every lifetime. He never died—he didn’t get that privilege.