The memories of childhood, the myths of paradise all tell us that we are born of deeper stuff, which we have forgotten. But in those moments of rapture, high creativity, love, communion, or sheer grace, we sometimes remember. The embers banked deep within us never really go out. Through the grace of the unexpected or the power of conscious work on the self, they can be kindled into fire in the belly, passion in the mind.
— Jean Houston, A Mythic Life