This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Being touched and caressed, being massaged, is food for the infant; food as necessary as minerals, vitamins, and proteins. Deprived of this food, the name of which is love, Babies would rather die. And often they do.

Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.

Imagining birth as the baby experiences it was an entirely new way of looking at it.

Yes, we should not forget that the five senses are one. And all of them extensions of the skin

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Learn to respect this sacred moment of birth, as fragile, as fleeting, as elusive as dawn.