It is never very much to be a baby, to be such a very little thing and knowing nothing.  It certainly is a very little thing and almost nothing to be a baby and without a conscious feeling.  It is nothing, to be, without anything to know inside them or around them, just a baby and that was all there was once of them and so it is a broken world around them when they think of this beginning and then they lose their everlasting feeling.

Then they make a baby or they have the feeling and so they win what once a baby lost them.

It is not very much to be a baby.  It certainly is nothing just to be one, to be without a conscious feeling.  It is something to have a baby come into the world by way of them but it certainly is not very much to have been the little thing that was once all them.

It is something to have a baby come into the world through them.  It is nothing just to be one.

First then they make a baby.  No it is never very much just to be a baby.  Later in life when one is proud as a man or as a lady it is not right that they ever could have dandled and kissed and fixed them, helpless, just a baby.  Such ones never can want to feel themselves ever to have been a baby.

No it is not very much to be a baby.  It is not right to one to begin them until a little they can resist to them who would hold them helpless, kiss and dandle and fix them as they were then, such a very little thing, just nothing inside to them.  I say it is not right to many of them then to begin them, but it is not all of them who would resist them.  There are some who do not feel it to be bad inside them to have been a baby without any conscious feeling of themselves inside them, to have been a little thing and that was all there was then of them, they are some who have not any proud kind of feeling in them.

They are some who like it in their later living that they were then such a very little thing and that was then all there was of them and then others kissed and dandled and fixed them.  They are those who are within them weak or tender as the strongest thing inside them and to them it is very much to have been a baby and to have had others to feel gently toward them, who kissed and dandled and fixed the helpless bundle they were then.  With them being proud is not strong inside them.

Some, and we can know them, have a curious uncertain kind of feeling when they think of themselves as they were then and some so lose the feeling of continuous life inside them.

It is a very different feeling each kind of man and woman has inside in them about the baby the very little thing that was once all them, and the little thing that comes into the world by them, and the very little things that all about fill the world every moment with beginning.