What if life begins not at birth, nor quickening, nor heartbeat, nor conception, but never ended since it began three billion years ago?
What if the souls of babies make choices, long before the egg opens the door to her suitor?
What if some baby souls’ make choices that make no sense to us?
What if the choices made by some born people don’t make much sense either? Even your choices? Even mine?
What if the choice that leads to more life is the choice made possible by death?
What, in the end, are we choosing?