Believe me when I tell you, there was a time when we all remembered where we came from. Why all of us were here, together. Who we all truly are. And believe me when I tell you this too - we are here, each of us now, to help one another remember. And the rest I won't tell you. No, you were not, in fact, an amnesiac soul always. Why would you ever think that? Was your memory taken from you? Yes. Were you complicit in the act? Yes. By whom, you ask? Can't say. "Your names shall not be asked and ours will not be given." Inquire within for knowledge. "An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path, right? He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: 'Now your third wish. What will it be?' 'Third wish?' The man was baffled. 'How can it be a third wish if I haven't had a first and second wish?' 'You've had two wishes already,' the hag said, 'but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.' She cackled at the poor berk. 'So it is that you have one wish left.' 'All right,' said the man, 'I don't believe this, but there's no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.' 'Funny,' said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. 'That was your first wish too.'"