You Can Perceive Her Presence

In the dark, fluid warmth of a mother's womb, two babies float side by side. The first baby turns to the second, voice barely audible above the steady rhythm of their mother's heartbeat.

"Do you believe in life after delivery?" the first baby asks.

The second baby responds without hesitation. "Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we're here to prepare ourselves for what will be later."

The first baby scoffs. "Nonsense. There's no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?"

"I don't know," the second baby says, voice filled with wonder, "but there'll be more light than here. Maybe we'll walk with our legs and eat with our mouths. Maybe we'll have other senses that we can't understand now."

"That's ridiculous," the first baby retorts. "Walking is impossible, and eating with our mouths is absurd. Science says that the umbilical cord supplies all we need, but it's far too short. Life after delivery is logically excluded."