I was there the moment you were born. I watched as your mother gave birth to you. A beautiful beginning of life. Innocent, Untainted, angelica, pure, sinless, undefiled. Once you were born, ambilicalcord severed wrapped up in a blanket where you then held by your mother. I watched as you opened your eyes for the first time. A green thought in a green shade. Unlike most newborn human children you didn’t cry. Not a single sound was made. I saw as your father came over and reached out to hold you as well for the first time. He held you in his arms his eyes deep with love and adoration, I also saw a hint of uncertainty too. One of the doctors in the room then asked what the child's name would be, your mother looked at the doctor to you then to your father, your father looked back to your mother then his eyes then fell back on to you, He looked deep into your eyes, fixated on them, for he was lost. Everyone on the room, held captive by me as mid-centuries ruminating but would never be exhibited in louvre, the mind in a physiological warfare as I passed john cage's 4’33 already executed, myriad states of being had come to be, already conceived in the hyperwebster. Your father short of breath even though his heart rate was normal. closing his eyes, swallowing a small accumulation of saliva that had brewed up from his jaw, his breathing then following the same rhythm of a word document cursor. Opening his eyes inhaling one last time gathering slightly more air then pre usual, lips parted, mouth ajjaring exhaling activating the vocal cords, lips, tongue, neck, cheeks and 70 different muscles all contracting at the abrusioned singularity only capable of being witnessed by itself and like the execution of enso did your father as the maestro like Simon Rattle play the orifice of expression your name transmitted by your father gifted by Shai and acquiesced by me was your name finally said, the name of a goddess or as I like to call you by  “little butterfly” and the name given to you by your father, Yara.