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The baby’s perfection encounters our imperfection (that too is something we find difficult to admit: Basically we consider ourselves perfect. What makes this admission even harder is that we are in fact perfect). In this collision, the baby helps us by miming the needy creature (which in fact it is; its perfection does not leave anything out). Still, we don’t readily shed all our dross. We are slow to be purified. We look to the baby for an answer. All it wants is to drink.