I don't know why, I'm not religious in any way (which this is based on), but for some reason this story seriously struck a chord...
Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the same womb. Weeks passed and the twins developed. As their awareness grew, they laughed for joy: Isnt it great that we were conceived? Isnt it great to be alive?
Together, the twins explored their world. When they found their mothers cord that gave them life, they sang for joy: How great is our mothers love, that she shares her own life with us!
As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was changing. What does it mean? asked the one, It means that our stay in this world is drawing to an end, said the other. But I dont want to go, said the other one. I want to stay here always. We have no choice, said the other. But maybe there is life after birth! But how can there be? responded the one. We will shed our life cord, and how is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us, and none of them have returned to tell us that there is a life after birth. No, this is the end.
And so the one fell into deep despair, saying, If conception ends in birth, what is the purpose of life in the womb? Its meaningless! Maybe there is no mother after all? But there has to be, protested the other. How else did we get here? How do we remain alive? Have you ever seen our mother? said the one. Maybe she lives only in our minds. Maybe we made her up, because the idea made us feel good?
And so the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning and fear. Finally, the moment of birth arrived. They cried as they were born into the light. They coughed out fluid and gasped the dry air. And when they were sure they had been born, they opened their eyes -- seeing life after birth for the very first time.
What they saw was the beautiful eyes of their mother, as they were cradled lovingly in her arms.
They were home.
Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the same womb. Weeks passed and the twins developed. As their awareness grew, they laughed for joy: Isnt it great that we were conceived? Isnt it great to be alive?
Together, the twins explored their world. When they found their mothers cord that gave them life, they sang for joy: How great is our mothers love, that she shares her own life with us!
As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was changing. What does it mean? asked the one, It means that our stay in this world is drawing to an end, said the other. But I dont want to go, said the other one. I want to stay here always. We have no choice, said the other. But maybe there is life after birth! But how can there be? responded the one. We will shed our life cord, and how is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us, and none of them have returned to tell us that there is a life after birth. No, this is the end.
And so the one fell into deep despair, saying, If conception ends in birth, what is the purpose of life in the womb? Its meaningless! Maybe there is no mother after all? But there has to be, protested the other. How else did we get here? How do we remain alive? Have you ever seen our mother? said the one. Maybe she lives only in our minds. Maybe we made her up, because the idea made us feel good?
And so the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning and fear. Finally, the moment of birth arrived. They cried as they were born into the light. They coughed out fluid and gasped the dry air. And when they were sure they had been born, they opened their eyes -- seeing life after birth for the very first time.
What they saw was the beautiful eyes of their mother, as they were cradled lovingly in her arms.
They were home.
