Two little foetuses are talking inside their mother's womb:
"Do you believe in life after birth?"
"Of course. There has to be something after we are born. Maybe we are here to get ready for what comes afterwards."
"Nonsense, there can't be any life after birth. Anyway, what would it look like?"
"I don't know exactly, but I'm sure there will be more light there, than here. Perhaps we'll walk on our own legs, and eat with our mouths."
"That's stupid! Walking isn't possible. And to be eating with your mouth -- totally ridiculous. We get our nourishment through the umbilical chord. But let me tell you something.: We can rule out life ater birth, because the chord is already getting too short."
"No, no, there's got to be something. But perhaps everything will be a little different from what we are used to now"
"But nobody has ever come back from there yet. Life simply ends with birth. And after all, life isn't anything but the constant feeling of being crammed in the dark."
"Well, I don't exactly know what it will be like when we are born, but we'll be able to see our mother, and she'll take care of us."
"Our mother? Do you really believe in mother? And where do you think she is?"
"Everywhere, all around us! We are living in her and thanks to her. We wouldn't be if it wasn't for her."
"I don't believe that! I've never seen anyone called mother, so it's obvious, there isn't anyone."
"Oh, but sometimes, when we're very quiet, we can hear her singing, and we can feel she's caressing the world around us. You know, I honestly think that real life is only awaiting us afterwards, out there..."
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