You know, it occurs to me that fatherhood is but the discovery of this latent yet unconditional, visceral love for the persona nova. Genetically, it's 50-50 (though so far the Asian genes seem to be prevailing, despite her blue eyes). But phenotypically, it's 100% novo. In fact, as I will no doubt find out soon enough, children don't belong to their parents, unlike my bed sheets and Gaia's streaks of explosive yellow shit, they are one and the same now.