My son always notices is the most sublime things in the room. He stares across my messy desk, full of papers and unwound headphones and plastic bags and hydrogen peroxide, looking past all that and up into the corner of the room. The room is dark so he can feed in peace. You can look up into the corner and see three lines coming together and beautiful shadows dancing across the ceiling. He seems to instinctively avoid complexity and look just for simplicity and beauty. I can’t wait to remind him of this when he is 10 years old.