"Listen...perhaps you catch a hint of an ancient state of being not quite forgotten; dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances in which you heard it completely unremembered. Not the whole song has stayed with you, but just a little wisp of melody, not attached to any person, place, or anything particular. But you remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you.

Here is the memory of what you are.

You know the ancient song, and know it well. Nothing will ever be as dear to you as is this ancient hymn of love you still sing."