I have always been fascinated by new born babies.

There is something miraculous about their little fingers and toes. They are so tiny, fragile and beautiful.

And then it hits me. I too was like that once upon a time.

Wow, the miracle of life!

Above all I have always wondered: what do new born babies think about?

There must be something tossing around those little heads, something that is not yet connected to the world that they have come into but from where they have come forth.
Something pure. Something powerful.

What are they thinking?

No matter what I am sure it must be something marvelous.

What could it be?