Life after delivery
Here’s an interesting perspective…
Imagine if unborn babies could talk to each other… and in a womb were two babies.
One asked: “Why do you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replied, “If there isn’t life after delivery, what’s the point of this existence?”
The first replied “If there is life after delivery, what kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t know. But perhaps there will be more light? Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat through our mouths? Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand yet?”
The first replied, “Seriously? Our legs can’t be for walking. Where would be walk? plus our umbilical cord is way too short! And eating with our mouths? That’s plain ridiculous! Our umbilical cord supplies everything we need. Life after delivery can’t be a possibility. Once our umbilical cord is cut, that must be it. We are dead and that’s the end of it. You’re an idiot for even thinking about stuff like that!”
The second insisted, “Well you can have your beliefs, but I think there is a very real possibility there is something else beyond what we currently know. Just because we can’t see it yet, I don’t think that means another world can’t possibly exist. And maybe we will be able to live without our umbilical cords?”
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life after delivery, then why has no one has ever come back to tell us and prove it? No! Delivery is clearly the end of it, and in the after-delivery there is nothing.”
“Well, I don’t know with such certainty,” said the second, “but I still think there’s a possibility. Perhaps we will even meet our maker and they will look after us somehow?”
The first replied “A Maker!?!? You actually believe in a Maker? That’s laughable. If our Maker exists then where are they now?”
The second said, “It seems to me that without our maker in the first place we wouldn’t even exist”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see any evidence, so therefore it’s perfectly logical that you just believe in fairy tales.”
To which the second replied, “Well sometimes, when I’m silent and listen hard, I can sense another heart beat and I just suspect it’s my maker.”
The first said “You’re an idiot.”