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: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
In terms of faith, it's the story (and not the facts) that grips the imagination, impregnates the heart, and animates the spirit within bringing meaning and integration into one's experience.
