Do we come from somewhere else when we are born and arrive “still trailing clouds of glory,” as the poet Wordsworth wrote?
Do we remember that place? Do we have certain things that we agree to do in the journey of our lives…and then at birth forget?
I have heard that just before we are born an angel puts her forefinger to our lips, and murmurs, “Shhh. Forget.” And that’s why every human has an indentation from the nostrils to the upper lip, where the angel whispered to us of what we agreed to be or do upon this earth. And with her finger to our lips made us then forget.
