[ WP ] In the realm where souls reside before we 're born , everything is pretty great . There 's no poverty , no one wants for anything , everyone knows their role and purpose . It is , essentially , perfect . But that perfection is accomplished via draconian law : the only punishment is the `` birth penalty ''

I had a good house on the other side. A grand house. A big house. It truly was splendid. On the other side, I had a beautiful family that started with a stunning wife and beautiful children. The only problem was they were n't mine. My wife had a previous engagement with another guy who had been a little wild. He resided far away now for reasons much left to the imagination. One day my wife wished that she had had her children with me. With that we were doomed. Doomed to a life where imperfection resided. Dreams were made to be broken. Wishes seldom came true. But alas, a gift from a distance. Member of a secret society we once knew shown their radiance upon us to help her and I find each other. We did. But we rejected each other in lieu of more attractive options.
