It's like the phrase "You can't ever destroy
anything, all you can do is change it's form or
move it around.  It is impossible to 'uncreate'
something."
Likewise with 'life', I think.  Nothing ever
really dies, it simply transitions into something,
someplace else ...  
Maybe the fact that we don't remember past lives,
past experiences and whatnot is simply so that we
don't ever realize for certain that we're only
repeating the same circle over and over and end.

Sleeping with an angel זכרונות After thinking about all of those things I stopped the river of words coming from her mouth and said: "You said something small dear angel. Please, tell me" The angel didn't like my reaction. She liked to talk, and talk a lot, and fast.