Imagine you are (still) a fetus. ‘Thinking’ that the world is like you know and experience him at that moment. How else could you imagine? You just awoke in this world, in this reality. You awoke by opening and discovering your senses. You are still dreaming and slowly, step by step you are becoming aware of things, of the world around you. Your experience does not reach beyond a warm mantle of water. Dim warmth enfolds you, you know yourself carried in a rolling, softly giving cover. Consciousness does not go beyond that. There is darkness, now and then softly shining light. Vaguely soft rumors are heard. Voices, hissing sound of a heart. It is all around you. Things do not have names yet: there are no notions yet. You might think: "This is it, this is the world, this is reality, so will my existence be like. How could you know else or better?.

And you become attached to this world. With complete surrender you take roots of confidence and being in this world, in this living mantle of membranes and placenta. That is your safety and surety. That is where you find breath and nourishment, in here you exist, in here you root. A solid and safe base, ‘ground’ under your feet. "Look at me, hanging on life-long cords" as the poet says. Imagine you are (still) a fetus and might think - if there is something like 'thinking' at all - : "This is the way it is, this is the way it should be. This is life, existence, this is my reality, my world"

And then ....! Then comes a moment that the ground of membranes and covers under your feet starts to shake, starts to fail, to give way! Reliable and safe connections let loose. Blood vessels are thorn, breath is nearly taken away! That confident lap that carried you starts to (re)move you. You are driven out, out of your paradise, your foundations are staggering. The water that carried you all that time, that protected, fed and covered you until that moment, flows away. You are driven out! Out? To where? Is there an ‘outside’? There is no such thing as ‘outside’, there is no ‘somewhere else", there is no other way of living, of being! It is UNIMAGINABLE that you could live on without that well-known world in which you awoke, that carried you and that you trusted! You are in pain, in distress, you are dying …!

But then....! The UNIMAGINABLE happens! At the end of a narrow, dark tunnel your are living on! It IS possible! Air singes your lungs, but you can breathe. Unknown way of life. There is light, hard sounds, but also warm hands and arms that carry and comfort you. You also can eat and be fed: there is a warm breast where you come home again.

Is it not the same kind of notion that hinders us to look over the frontier of our death now? How UNIMAGINABLE it is that we could live on without this all that represents our world, our reality NOW? This body, so familiar and trusted house, a life long. This world in which I am safe and sure of my being alive. Could there be a "somewhere else", a "somehow else"? An existence "out there"? It CAN not exist, it is UNIMAGINABLE.

Imagine you are fetus again, in THIS reality, in THIS world! That one day you might be born through a tunnel into another way of being, living on on the "other side"? The unimaginable as a possibility? And who knows, someone is waiting for you in that other world, are they expecting you there in pregnancy?

Being born: dying out of the coherence and wholeness of our prenatal existence, coming from a ‘there’ to an ‘here’. Dying: going away from ‘here’, being born in a ‘there’, on ‘the other side’? Being born and dying, two sides, two aspects of a similar, of the same motion?