 Bumped into another fly named Helen and said, hello, Helen, haven't seen you in about four weeks. How are you? Oh, fine. How are the children? Fine. How many do you have now? Four and a half million. Well, after these three conditions are fulfilled, we still do not have a mother. Just as I have to walk away now to have my angel operate, so too something else has to happen in the world before there can ever be a real mother. Up to this point, they're just a cosmic evolution.