Yesterday was December 2.

The moment I woke up, there was a strange tremor inside me. It felt as if I was not rising from a bed, but emerging out of a darkness. For an instant I thought I was back in a womb; then I sensed that silent void pushing me outward, toward another realm. It felt as if I were being born. Familiar and ancient, like a memory from before memory.

This thought stayed with me the entire day.

A baby in the womb lives inside its own universe; for it, everything is contained there. A baby believes the womb is the whole cosmos. That dark shelter is its sky, a cosmic tent with walls that shimmer like distant stars. The cord is a channel carrying light and nourishment from the center of that universe. If a baby could speak and ask what happens after death, who could explain to it that it will be bor ...