Sometimes you stumble on something on the net that just rings so true, you must share. This is one such occasion. This story first appeared on Facebook several days ago, under a friend's timeline. I'm not sure who wrote it, or where it even originated. But, without a doubt, it is one of the BEST 'stories' I've ever heard about 'God, the Unknown, Skeptics & Dying'. I'd like to credit the original author, but, seriously, I have no clue who that is. If you know, please post in the comments below. Otherwise, enjoy & pass it on ... It's wise and witty. :)
"In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you
believe in life after delivery?”
The other replied, “Why, of course.
There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is 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 will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will
have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our
mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything
we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to
be logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I think there
is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t
need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense.
And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back
from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there
is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We
are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not
and could not exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”
To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you
focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can
hear Her loving voice, calling down from above."
Update: Source: Originally written in Hungarian by Útmutató a Léleknek, translated by Miranda Linda Weisz