Before I gave birth to my son, I had little or no contact with the world of children. In the beginning of my son's life, I would find myself spending long periods of time staring down at him in his crib. One day, as I was gazing at him, at the age of two or three weeks , in my imagination I went back in time to the "dawn of man". I tried to imagine the gradual sequence of changes that it took to create human species, how we evolved from moving on all fours to standing erect and tall. As I stared at this tiny newborn, I reflected on how early man must have gradually developed a sense of his own body, a sense of self and a developing consciousness.

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