The Best Analogy for Life After Death

Every now and then, you come across something that doesn’t just hit you in the face, it lifts you out of your head and leaves you blinking into the void going,“…wait, what even is life?”

That’s this. This analogy.

Honestly, I think it’s the best analogy for life after death I’ve ever come across. And here it is, word for word:

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 with our mouths?”

The first said,“This is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be 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 cord anymore.”

The first replied,“Nonsense. And moreover, if there is life, then why has no one ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and anxiety and 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.”

“Well I don’t see her, so it’s only logical that she doesn’t exist,” said the first.

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.”

Whether or Not You Believe in Life After Death…

It doesn’t matter.

Well, it does, if you’re lying awake at 3AM existentially spiralling about what comes next. But whether or not this analogy has sent you deep-diving into the meaning of existence or just raised an eyebrow before scrolling past… it still has something for you.

Because what this analogy also speaks to, maybe even more than death, is transformation.

It's about:

• The fear of leaving the known.

• The tight grip we keep on systems that have “fed” us.

• The idea that, unless we can see the thing, it must not be real.

  
  

Sound familiar?

Life After Trauma: My “Delivery”

After my accident, I was, quite literally, broken.

Not just physically, although that was part of it. But mentally. Spiritually. The life I had before was gone. The identity I’d baked into myself (pun intended) had cracked down the middle.

And if you’d asked me then, “Do you believe in life after this?” — I probably would’ve given the same answer as twin #1.

“There is no life after this. This is it. It’s darkness and anxiety and nowhere to go.”

But something, call it resilience, call it madness, call it sourdough starter, nudged me to listen. Not to the noise. Not even to my fear. But to that quiet, maternal hum beneath it all.

And I found life after delivery. It was weird. Messy. Undignified at times. But it was there.

What About You?

Even if you haven’t been through a coma, a heartbreak, a collapse of everything you thought made you you, you’ve probably still felt stuck in the womb of some old pattern.

Maybe you:

• Can’t let go of a business idea you’ve outgrown.

• Keep thinking the “real” you is someone you left behind in your 20s.

• Doubt there’s life after burnout, OCD, depersonalisation, or failure.

  
  

And yet — you’re still here. Reading. Breathing. Stretching your proverbial legs.Which means the delivery isn’t the end.

It’s just the messy, bewildering, slightly damp beginning.

What Now?

Try this:

• Sit in silence.

• Ask yourself: What delivery am I resisting?

• Then listen.

Because even if you can’t “see the Mother”…Even if you’re still clinging to the cord…

There is life after. And it can be beautiful.

Final Proof

The sourdough doesn’t rise in the dark because it knows what the oven will feel like.It rises because it trusts the process.

So rise. You’ve got more in you than you think.

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