the peripheral is a world at right angles to reality
Don’t do this, that’s my advice. Don’t throw your baby to the floor. Don’t do it unless you know how to miss and your baby rebounds for more.
Sure, if you dare, hold an ankle, toss in the air, bend over a barrel. But the secret of the floor is throw at right angles and few are so agile (babies so fragile).
Throw into the peripheral world, where oddities flicker past your eye. They deny existence viewed straight on: were here, but now we’re gone.
Don’t turn your head or think too much, with the baby tossed beside reality. The child will vanish, none believe, and only you have baby memories.
