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We ask ourselves, is having a baby an experience? Of course it is not not an experience, we think, but this expression strikes us as too weak. As if only one of the rooms in our apartment could ever be lit (even though it has large windows and we set up lamps everywhere). There is something seamless in our being with the baby, something indissoluble, that no light can shine on and that no darkness can cause to disappear. In our search for the sensory organ that would enable us to perceive it, we are distracted by our baby’s nose and by a mirage that appears to streaming out of it in the warm evening air (or are we just imagining this?).