In a mother’s womb there were two babies, one asked
the other: ’Do you believe in life after delivery?’ The other replied: ‘Why, of course! There has to b e something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for
what we will be later.’
‘Nonsense!’ said the first. ‘There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?’ The second said: ‘I don’t know but there will
be more light than there is here. Maybe
we will be able to use our legs to move about – and maybe we could use our
mouth to drink and feed ourselves. Maybe
we will be able to do many things that we cannot even begin to imagine
now.’ The first replied: ‘This is absurd. Do you really think we could use our legs to
walk? Walking is impossible. Have you ever seen anybody walk? And the idea of eating with our mouths is
ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies
nutrition and everything we need for now.
But this cord is so short that life after delivery will be
impossible. The very idea makes no
sense.’
The second insisted: ‘Well, I think that there is
something there for us after delivery.
Of course, it might be quite different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord
anymore.’ The first replied:
‘Nonsense! If there is life after this,
why has no-one ever come back from there to tell us? Delivery is the end of life and in the
after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It will be the end of the story.’
‘Well, I don’t think so,’ said the second. ‘After delivery, surely we will meet mother
and she will care for us.’ The other
replied: ‘Mother, you actually believe in mother! That is laughable. If mother exists, then where is she?’
The second said: ‘She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of her. It is in her that we live and move. Without her we would not – we could not –
exist.’
The first said: ‘Well, I don’t see her. Surely I would be able to see her if she was
around. So it’s only logical that she
doesn’t exist.’ To which the second
replied: ‘Sometimes when I really listen, I can sense her presence and I can
hear her loving voice calling down from above.’
