"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
Through telepathy, a 6-month old baby-boy describes to his granddad - the author of this book - his embryonic and fetal developments in his mom's womb, as well as his delivery and infancy: he displays his intellect, which surpasses that of adults, but which wanes down gradually to human ineptitude, as of 6 months. He explains bilocation (ubiquity) in the womb or in one's arms or crib, while enjoying heaven with the angels. He describes heaven and explains his angelic smiles, as well as his frowning at the memory of cruel/painful events. He relates his dreams and defies scientists with regard to them. He demystifies complex dogmas and mysteries. He challenges believers of all faiths to unite.
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