What if this is true? …
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our Life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
~ William Wordsworth, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality”
For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb …
My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in your book were all written the days that were ordained, when as yet there was not one of them.
~ David, Psalm 139:13, 15-16 NASB
