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.
