I think people love looking at babies because babies will look back. Unashamed, intent and curious, without reservation. With wonder. And anyone can receive that brilliant look, and return it. Such awe hides itself too soon in darting glances.
Ask an untrained person to clap at a constant rhythm, chances are they will slow down or speed up. But if 500 people in a room all start clapping, the rhythm will come. And stay, the sole property of no one.

I am off to renounce my vows, seal myself in the book of life, and begin again. I have much to return to and resolve. Gmar Chatima Tova