Once upon a time, twins were
conceived in the womb. Seconds, minutes, hours passed as the two dormant lives
developed. The spark of life flowed until it fanned fire with the formation of
their embryonic brains. With their simple brains came feeling, and with
feeling, perception; a perception of surroundings, of each other, of self.
When they perceived the life
of each other and their own life they knew that life was good, and they
laughed and rejoiced; the one saying "Lucky are we to have been conceived
and to have this world," and the other chiming
"Blessed be the Mother who gave us this life and each other."
Each budded and grew arms,
fingers, legs and toes. They stretched their hands, and churned and turned in
their new found world. They explored their world and in it found the life cord
which gave them life from the precious
Mother's blood. So they sang "How great is the love of the Mother that
she shares all she has with us!" And they were pleased and satisfied with
Weeks passed into months, and
with the advent of each new month, they noticed a change in each other, and
each began to see changes in himself. "We are changing" said the one
"What can it mean?"
"It means" replied
the other, "that we are drawing near birth."
An unsettling chill crept over
the two, and they both feared, for they knew that birth meant leaving all
their world behind.
Said the one, "Were it up
to me, I would live here forever."
"We must be born"
said the other. "It has happened to all others who were here before
us." For indeed there was evidence of life there before, as the Mother
had borne others.
"But may there not be
life after birth?"
"How can there be life
after birth?" cried the one. "Do we not shed our life cord and also
the blood tissue? And have you ever talked to one that has been born? Has
anyone ever re-entered the womb after birth? No!" He fell into despair,
and in his despair he moaned, "If the purpose of conception and all our
growth is that it be ended in birth, then truly our life is absurd."
Resigned to despair, the one
stabbed the darkness with his unseeing eyes and as he clutched his precious
life courd to his chest said, "If this is true, and life is absurd, then
there really can be no Mother."
"But there is a
Mother," protested the other, "Who else gave us nourishment and our
"We get our own
nourishment, and our world has always been here. And if there is a Mother,
where is she? Have you ever seen here? Does she ever talk to you? No! We
invented the Mother because it satisfied a need in us. It makes us feel secure
Thus, while one raved and
despaired, the other resigned to birth and placed trust in the hands of the
Hours stretched into days, and
days fell into weeks. And it came time both knew their birth was at hand, and
both feared what they did not know. As the one was first to be conceived, so
he was first to be born, the other following.
They cried as they were born
into the light. And coughed out the fluid and gasped the dry air. And when
they were sure they had been born, they opened their eyes seeing for the first
time, and found themselves cradled in the warm love of their Mother! They lay
open-mouthed and awestruck before the beauty and truth they could not have
hoped to have known.