In short, it could be said, and said again and again; and again it could be said: Life is sometimes like an innocent baby sitting oblivious to danger in the gigantic unseen jaws that could clamp down in a moment, or not. It is possible that the teeth might cut, or that the babe would sit cramped but unscathed in the closing mouth, beyond the reach of the teeth. Or finally and hopefully, calm on the infant's part might result in her being able to crawl free of the gaping maw.