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Monday, July 25, 2022

babies scream to let us know they're noisy

babies scream 
to express a loud noise 
they connect somehow 
with the throat. 

The only throat 
that baby knows! Others 
have necks (baby sees) 
and can yap, shout, gurgle
and coo (baby feels this 
stuff all over and in), but
it's clearly not the same. 

Baby's throat is mighty 
to produce noise, and can 
do it! At will or emotional 
cue. Others do it for no 
reason, or some other 
reason. The noise doesn't
make baby's throat
hurt or feel 
at all. 

It is sound only. Baby's 
scream is more! Babies 
scream happily, or in joy, 
pain react, fear or sadness, 
anger - infants are consummate
expert and authority on indignation, 
and some never grow out of this. 

It's one of the most shock uplift hits 
sound has in its arsenal, the happy scream 
of a baby. At first you jolt bolt upright - 

baby is screaming! Fire, foes, awake! but 
before the sound has even completed itself, 

you note the note. Obviously happiness
joy
delight 
some confusion in, maybe, 
but all good confusion. We seem to lose 
as we go 
and grow 
the capacity for loving our incomprehension 
anyway, for nothing makes sense - but this 
is good. Adults oft let "WAIT. Does not make 
sense"
block judgment and deflect good 
that is confusingly right there, but

confusing. And 

we abandon on the way
the practice of screaming to indicate 

how happy we are. 

Which is fine. 

We may have babies to remind
us sometimes.

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