Søren Kierkegaard was right. At least about this night. The only meaning that could be reasonably derived from the evening came through the sincere and passionate living done by the Existentialists themselves: Kong and the Silent One. The Ex-factor was in play from the first puck thrown and it was obvious that these were bent on self-determination. Despair? Angst? Alienation? These were mere distractions of a false world to be rendered as harmless specters by the force of the individual. Even Harvester Chris, paying a rare visit, could not alter the path of these two driven men. In the end, the night ended Existentialists 5, All else 0. Søren would be proud.