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Having a baby suddenly turns out to be a huge bad break: it comes with a certainty (yes, we are quite certain) that our child will outlive us. We are not fully convinced of our finitude, and even if it were so, this is not the cause of our misfortune. No, we are actually convinced of our infinity; so that’s what it is (it must be) that is bringing us this rare and strange sense of terminal loss. At this point, concerning our own death, we cannot see clearly. But we can see our baby (nothing veils our view of him) and be glad that bad luck is so often tremendously fleeting.