Do you believe in past lives? Have we all been here before? No one knows for sure, but sometimes, in those deja vu moments, I swear this isn't my first rodeo. In the simplest sense, we do all come from something material, and we return to that same material. I've heard that children are so happy and bright because they came from the otherworld, from eternal love, such a short time ago. They are freshly coming out of that love. As we get older and the world shapes us, we can forget that we too came from this same source of love. So even if I can't quite get myself to believe in reincarnation, it acts as a metaphor that we have been here before, we've always been here. We came from the beautiful mysterious void, our past life, and we will return to it once we leave this earth, our future life. I feel that a crystal shaped from millions of years of the earth evolving is such a beautiful way to remember that as ancient as stones are, we too are ancestors of the great ancients. There lies our past life.