In a mother’s womb were two babies. One turned to the other and said, “Do you believe in life after delivery?”The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we’re here to prepare ourselves for what will be later.”The first scoffed, “Nonsense. There’s 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 here. Maybe we’ll walk with our legs and eat with our mouths. Maybe we’ll have other senses we can’t even understand now.”The first shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. Walking is impossible. Eating with our mouths is absurd. The umbilical cord supplies all we need, and it’s far too short. Life after delivery is logically excluded.”The second answered, “What if it’s just different than it is here? Maybe we won’t need the cord anymore.”The first pressed on, “If there were life after delivery, then why has no one ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life—nothing but darkness, silence, and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”The second smiled. “But certainly, we’ll meet Mother. She will take care of us.”The first laughed, “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? If she exists, where is she now?”And the second replied softly, “She’s all around us. We are of her. It is in her that we live. Without her, this world could not exist.”The first said, “I don’t see her. It’s only logical she isn’t here.”The second whispered, “Sometimes, when you are silent and really listen, you can perceive her presence. You can hear her loving voice calling down from above.”