A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it,
bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
Antoine de Saint-Exuperay
A simple stainless steel kitchen bowl full of toys. . . becomes
a clanging means for exploring the concepts of "in" and "out".
When you put your face inside the bowl and talk, or in the case of
baby granddaughter, garble, the most beautiful sounds come back at you.
When you drop a ball into the bowl, it spins in the most amazing ways.
A drum.
A mirror.
Oh, the things I learn as I keep company with a 7 month old baby.
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