To exist is not sufficient. Everyone longs to live. No one escapes moments of vibrant being, but these are all too rare. Life should flow as rhythmically as does the sea. Events are like beads on a golden string. The beads may break and fall off, but steady runs the glitter of the string, which is the rhythmic flow of days and nights, of spring and summer, fall and winter. Day comes again, no matter what the catastrophe of yesterday. To live is to become a part of each gliding moment, to be within its rhythm.