Shinto, your memories sound beautiful. It seems the romance and wonder of our past lives are almost accentuated. I daydream of the days in 1890's when the land was unspoiled, life seemed uncomplicated and love was not superficial. But often I'm also blasted with the harshness of survival, the hopelessness of illness, things we take for granted today. I long for the "entertainment" of sitting out on a freshly threshed pile of straw on a warm summer night, counting stars and talking. I'm sure I must have discussed reincarnation even then.