A piece of my soul might be encased in a gallery in Seattle or Rome or Brussels. In fact, I have found lost portions of my soul in these very places. I remember walking up a curving stairway in the magnificent art museum in Brussels and discovering a great piece of my identity in the twelfth-century stone reliefs I saw there. I suspected before but never knew so palpably that I have some kind of life in that century, or that it has a place in mine. I have no doubt that the experience that day was one of remembering, for it had all the emotions of recognition, not discovery.
— Thomas Moore, The Re-enchantment of Everyday Life