The older sister's question

On Paolo Coelho’s blog today:

When her brother was born, Sa-chi Gabriel begged her parents to leave her alone with the baby.

Delighted to have her wish granted, little Sa-chi tiptoed over to the cradle, leaned over the baby and said:

“Little brother, tell me what God is like. I’m beginning to forget.”

Reminds me of The Amnesiac’s Story:

The ancient Greeks believed that souls before their birth–or returning to life after their round beneath the earth–were required to drink from the stream of Lethe. That draught (like the light-flasher in Men in Black) erased all memory of prior existences.

We forget so quickly, and then we’re just living a life, being lost at sea.