Epic Concept of the Day.
Brought to you by the brilliant poetry of William Wordsworth:
from “Ode,” the beginning of the fifth stanza:
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, (the sun)
Has had elsewhere its setting,
and comes 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!
My interpretation: our souls enter this physical realm, here on earth, where we pilot in the form of animal. But just as the sun is born everyday to give us life, and comes from “afar,” our souls too are manifested here from other dimensions…perhaps from “God, who is our home…”
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