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.
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