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.”
(Contributed by Mr. Sunderesan)
“Perhaps the deepest reason why we are afraid of death is because we do not know who we are. We believe in a personal, unique, and separate identity — but if we dare to examine it, we find that this identity depends entirely on an endless collection of things to prop it up: our name, our “biography,” our partners, family, home, job, friends, credit cards… It is on their fragile and transient support that we rely for our security. So when they are all taken away, will we have any idea of who we really are? Continue reading
A man shared the story of his grandmother, who, in her late seventies, was very ill. “I was having so much trouble letting her go,” he explained. “I finally got up the courage to say to her, ‘Nana, I don’t think I can let you go.’ I know that sounds selfish, but it’s what I felt. Continue reading