So one of my favorite stories is in a mother's womb, we're two babies, and one turns to the other and says, do you believe in life after delivery?

And the other replies, but of course, there has to be something after delivery. Maybe we're here to prepare ourselves for what will be later.

Nonsense, said the first.

There's no life after delivery.

What kind of life would that be?

I don't know, said the second.

But there'll be more light than here.

Maybe we'll walk with our legs and eat with our mouths.

Maybe we'll have other senses we can't understand now.

First goes, that's ridiculous.

Walking is impossible, and eating with our mouths, that's absurd.

The umbilical cord is what scientifically supplies nutrition and all that we need, but it's far too short.

Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.

And the second says, what if it's just different than it is here?

Maybe we don't need that physical chord anymore.

The first goes, okay, if there were life after delivery, then tell me,

why has no one ever come back from there?

Delivery is the end of life, and in the after delivery is nothing but darkness and silence

and oblivion. It takes us nowhere. And the second says, but certainly we'll meet mother, and she'll take care

of us. The first goes, mother, you actually believe in mother? If mother exists, where is she now?

And the second goes, she's all around us.

We are of her. It is in her that we live. Without her, this world would not and could not exist.

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