´¯`•. October 17, 2017

in utero

In a mother’s womb, two twins were chatting.

“Do you believe in life after delivery?”

“Of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we’re only here to prepare ourselves for that.”

“Nonsense. There’s no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”

“I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we’ll walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we’ll have other senses we can’t understand now.”

“That’s absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. Cut that, and it’s all over.”

“Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need the cord anymore.”

“Fantasy. What’s more, if there is life, then why has no one ever come back? Face it. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there’s only darkness, silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”

“Maybe, but at the very least we’ll meet Mother and find out what it’s all about.”

“Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”

“She’s all around us. We’re surrounded by her. We’re of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not, and could not exist.”

“I don’t see Her, you don’t see her. She doesn’t exist.”

“Sometimes, when we’re in silence and I focus and really listen, I can feel Her presence, and hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”

– Adapted from a piece by Hungarian writer Útmutató a Léleknek
With thanks to Ziporah Bank, Barefoot College, and the Accidental Talmudist