light...tunnel...end...of...endless...

Almost there, pussycats! In a wee bit, I shall be doing the dance of joy. If I were my own country, I would steal a car, wrap it with my flag, wipers and all, and parade down St-Laurent, probably topless, tooting my horn! That's if I was my own country...

[ADDENDA: it seems the Endless is to remain, euh, endless, for now, but that is a good thing! My naïve-yet-incisive thesis may be published!! Who would have thunk...cherry on the sundae, really!]