The title for this image was inspired by a poem by Wordsworth called Intimations of Immortality:...Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's 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...I also, remember a story about how when we are born, there is an angel there, with her finger to lips saying “shhh...don’t tell what you know.”