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And later, I think, life oscillates between the tremendous (quiet) longing to forget who one is and the other (loud) longing of wanting to know by all means who one is, and this pendulum never comes to rest, which brings us consolation and despair in equal measure. But the life of our baby (with a cap set on his head to protect against the slanting light of the sun, which makes him look both clueless and audacious) does not seem to oscillate. He wants neither to know who he is nor to forget who he is. He is the baby, after all, completely and entirely the baby, but to himself he is not the baby, to himself he is – and here we fall silent.