-Indian philosopher and poet, Rabindrandth Tagore
“Where did I come from?” the baby asked its mother. She answered, half-crying, half-laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast, “You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of my childhood games. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother, and in her mother before her, you have lived. In the lap of the eternal spirit you have been nursed and nurtured for ages.