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This much I can say: I have now realized that the baby is not real. He is unreality pure and simple. This thought is a little painful, so it feels good to massage our baby’s feet and admire these pretty, pure toes, especially the big toe (truly quite big already), which the baby so much enjoys placing on top of the one next to it. I breathe a sigh of relief: at having escaped this trap, which I would only too gladly have stepped into, of thinking the baby is real (reality always wants to pull a fast one on us, if only as a result of our believing that she should be trusted). And as I now admire the tiny (and truly still very tiny) little toe, I think: Of course the baby is there, now it can be there all the more (and I thank reality a little for her arts of seduction).