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 lifeNow I am filled with joyFor every time a dawnMakes white the sky of nightFor every time the sun goes upOver the heavens.