Two embryoes came to be in the pregnant woman´s tummy. One of them was a small believer, the other was a small sceptic.
A small sceptic's nagging: “Do you really believe in the life after the delivery?“
A small believer: “Yeah, I do. It stands to reason that there's a life after the delivery. We're staying here only to grow and to prepare for the life after the delivery. To be ready for what's in store for us."
A small sceptic: “Rubbish! There's no life at all after the delivery. What should such a life exactly look like?“
A small believer: “Well, I don't know it exactly. But there must be much more light there than here. And we even may run and eat with our mouth“
A small sceptic: “That's a complete nonsense. To run? It can't work. To eat with our mouth? Funny idea. We've got an umbilical cord which feeds us after all and besides, it's impossible that there would be a life after delivery because the umbilical cord is short even now.“
A small believer: “It must be possible. But everything around us will be a little bit different from what we got accustomed to here."
A small sceptic: “But nobody's ever come back after the delivery! When the delivery comes, your life simply ends! Anyway - life's one big torment in the darkness."
A small believer: “I admit I don't know exactly what the life after the death's gonna look like. But at any case we'll see our mum and she'll take care of us.“
A small sceptic: ”Who? Mum?!? Do you really believe in the Mum? And where's she supposed to be, anyway?”
A small believer: ”But she's everywhere around us. We are and we live through her. We can't exist without her at all! And although we don't perceive it too much now, I believe that she loves us immensely. She brought us into the world because of Love and Love's only reason and sense of our existence."
A small sceptic: ”What a rubbish! I haven't seen even a piece of a Mum, so that's why it's quite clear she doesn't exist. And that baloney about love, it's also poppycock. A fairy tale for the naive weaklings. The reality is completely different. What a love! Everything is too tight for me here, you can't move and can't see anything. Oh, what a life!”
A small believer: ”Sometimes when we are completely quiet you can hear Mum's singing or you can feel her stroking our world softly. I'm sure our real life won't begin before the delivery.