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The baby looks at us (from the circle of his face, which today strikes us as particularly full) as if we were, yes, lunatics. His question (we don’t hear it, we sense it – these are the questions we have felt the need of for so long, but now they frighten us) is: How can you be the way you are? We don’t give in to a weak counter-question. We don’t ask: How exactly are we? Instead we submit to being viewed in this way (from the circle of his face), as if we were crazy. Suddenly we can’t get enough of this gaze.