<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… raising our daughter her first few months is full time yet not … this child knows what to do! … the sister gynecologists and pediatricians are amazed at what is shared by the few Isis and I allow ‘inside’ … a new set of thoughts are forming … informed child rearing … all infants in their experience have found their own way along ancient patterns … yet Isis shows that one can consciously learn the rudiments of sensory integration and muscle control … she has decided because we have insight to sacrifice vocal chord function for mobility and brain development … Kimmie and I and Tangie and our other close companions all marvel at what we who are permitted witness her doing … if she paid attention to her vocal chords she’d be the youngest child to ever speak full sentences … yewt she knows that is not in any of our best interests … so she integrates senses with her mind and refines the internal reflexive pathways where history and cultural can be synthesized and analyzed into what she’s planning …<br/><br/>… only I and Kimmie because I share it with her know that what she’s doing is heavy lifting for her sister … Isis already knows the general plan of the battle she will lead … and that will evolve as she completes her meditations on Sun Tzu and Julius Caesar and Clausewitz and the modern political thinkers like Mao and Guevara …<br/><br/>… no, she and her sister are looking past that battle that is inevitable to their awareness … me, a mere spectator …  mute because Kimmie and I are bade to be mute by our daughters … they plan the survival on humankind and we are fortunate to be allowed to observe …<br/><br/>… Isis’ sister is an active participant though unintelligible to me and Kimmie … a riddle wrapped up in an enigma … Noah’s Flood yet more enlightened, less indiscriminate … all we do is watch and each in our way feed them what they need and care for what they yet cannot … diapers and everything …<br/><br/>… and so as the equinox approaches, it’s Kimmie’s turn … our daughter in her is as healthy as any expect and as the solar celestial point approaches, we make our way to the birthing ward … knowing that all will happen in its time … Isis is with me in a snugli against my chest … nipple available when she chooses … yet I sense her awareness is with Kimmie and her sister … Isis is eager, that I know! …</em></span></span><br/>