I was going to relate a complicated story that my sister once told me about a professor wandering around on a cattle ranch in Nevada who glanced up from his book to see a gaggle of day-old baby goats capering and gamboling with unbridled glee, stopped in midstride pushed the glasses up his nose and asked a nearby ranch hand if he perceived the goats to be experiencing existential joy, and the ranch hand didn't know what the hell he was talking about and said, Naw, they just DO that!
But instead I'll just attach this photo:
