What is a life? A long moment of mostly uninterrupted breathing, thinking, moving? A succession of events linking a birth to a death? But then — what is a good life? Does it tell a story? If, at the end of each week of your life, from the week you were born until the week you cease — if at the end of each one you were given a diamond, you’d die with one spoonful. One spoonful! And what, I ask, will you do with your precious spoonful of diamonds? And how will you answer — what is a life?