For the self that emerges with the world every key drive can be understood in existential terms, but for this self being is not a concern since it its own existence is a useful fiction, a stringing together of reflections. The existential world of the self, however is stark and beautiful, being just that, an existential world, a theme park of being. All the while the true question of being applies and is essential to the appearance of anything at all. This has nothing to do with a subject or a narrative, gives rise to no issues, and has no answer, or better, is its own answer.