What’s it like if you grow up knowing your birth was planned?
What’s the difference if you grow up knowing you weren’t expected?
What’s the difference if your existence defies inconceivably existing?
And what’s the difference if you can never know which one you are?
Is life natural for those born vaginally?
Is life severed for those born ceserean?
Are mothers ‘temples of existence’
because fathers are ‘builders of life’?
Is who exists from the temple
the architectural foundation of the builder?