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

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.

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.

Birth may be a matter of a moment, but it is a unique one.

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.

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