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What are we seeing, we ask ourselves, what are we picking up? We are witnesses of a transformation that seems to be taking place in a soundless (inaccessible) room, a room beyond the silence we are familiar with, and also beyond the noise we are familiar with. There under the heat lamp lies our baby, delightfully naked, padded and rounded by fat, where just a moment ago this delicate (did he not strike us as nearly transparent?) newborn lay, with big hands and feet and that unrelenting seriousness in his face. Now his chubbiness presents our eyes with much greater resistance, his flesh with its enlivening fragrance makes him inscrutable; where just a moment ago we were reverent, now we are provoked by amusement. But we’ll cope with that (we are amazing).