Your name is Zion. Today, you open your eyes to us and to our world. Let it be known that your chosen name comes not from a century-old political movement, but from a far deeper rooted standing and relevance. Your arrival earmarks a turning point in our unending story. I see your gaze is earnest, interrogating with questions of preparedness. I vow to you, my son, to help filter out the gobbledygook of our times, and to raise you to be a good man. Until then, enjoy the monkey print bedding set we got for you. Love, Papa.