Before we spoke, we knew. Before we could name the world, we sensed its meaning. When we were born, we all knew the truth. Not in words, but in spirit — a quiet awareness that we were made for something greater. But as we grew older, something began to fade. Aging, then, is the slow process of spiritual amnesia — the forgetting of a language we all once knew. A language of nearness, of light, of God. Somewhere along the way, the truth was lost. But even as it slips from memory, the ache remains — Eden echoing deep within us.