Reluctant Witness

Existence. It was a pretty exhilarating joy-ride with a few sharp turns taken and in the second half without a skid downwind on a sunny road. I find it fitting to end this writing (finally!) by an Eskimo chant because after Israeli Jews Eskimos of old times have been my most favorite people: Glorious was life Now I am filled with joy For every time a dawn Makes white the sky of night For every time the sun goes up Over the heavens.