The Most Beautiful Child In All The World

Every parent--every mother and father, as well as grandfather and grandmother--feels that their little child is the most precious in all the world. 'Isn't he just the cutest?' 'Isn't she just the most adorable child you have ever seen.'

And in that moment there is truth to those high-falutin' statements. Right then and there that is the most beautiful child in all the world. There is no exaggeration in that. There is no hype (at least not until we doll our little girls up in sequins and lipstick, heels and stockings at the ripe old age of 4 and send them off into a world of pageants and competitive beauty-making!!).

But how can every child be the most beautiful? Or, for that matter, how can damn near every movie be the blockbuster of the year--One of the Ten Best! How is it possible that so much seems to get so hyped?

Maybe because every 'thing' is someone's child. Maybe we are enthusiastic about what we are involved because those are our babies too? Couldn't it be that we hype our philosophies (Integral seems to be the latest getting a ton of hype--some deserved, some maybe not so deserved), our ideologies, our insights, our revelations, our songs, and our paintings, our books and our photos because we have poured something of our self--our maybe even Self!--into those creatures and creations?

Maybe that is why we are all so 'over-the-top' about so many things: because to us it is the most beautiful baby in all the world; to us it is the most precious thing there is... and that is just as it should be, don't ya think?