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Sometimes we dream together with our eyes open: how the baby stops time. We feel the jolt that makes us reel. And a rumble that drives the plugs from our ears. A new, fresh insight shoots into the place in us where, a moment ago, we still suspected some movement: the stagnation is over! Now that time has ceased, there is no stopping for us. We are growing. We have never seen anything like this before. The baby seems familiar with it. He appears unconcerned. It’s not a dream, he says, breathing softly between parted lips, not even a dream with open eyes.