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Bright joy in the morning (even lighter than the airy joy of the night): The baby is awake. Is there again (no, no, we don’t doubt his daily return). In any case, we recognize him, which is a different recognition from the way we recognize each other. When we look at the baby, our gaze is not equipped with the kind of hooks we usually cast with our glances, the better to sink in and fasten onto what is seen. It is as if the baby were robbing us of our last certainty, in order thereby to assure us of an uncertain truth: that we are awake.