@hamilton,
This is utterly impossible to define life or existence. Life is lived, not defined and any endeavor at labeling or terming it is trash. We have sets of identities, marks to masquerade who are. We are what we are not what we wish we were. We try to see life from a particular lens and cannot observe the fullness of it. Let us compare the life of a highly erudite individual with an illiterate rural peasant. One has a feigned character and the other somewhat natural. The former mostly acquired behavioral patterns and the other reflexive or behave instinctively, detachedly, and disconnectedly in society. The one who is connected or be part of so many social setups, religious cliques, clubs, associations looks at life from all these standpoints. Then life becomes misted, and its essences