We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain

The New Light Above My Table Is A Great Improvement. With All This Darkness Around Me I Feel Less Alone. (pause.) In A Way. (pause.) I Love To Get Up And Move About In It, Then Back Here To... (hesitates) ...me. (pause.)

The Reality Of The Individualis An Incoherent Reality And Must Be Expressed Incoherently.

Estragon: I Can't Go On Like This. Vladimir: That's What You Think.

My Life, My Life, Now I Speak Of It As Of Something Over, Now As Of A Joke Which Still Goes On, And It Is Neither, For At The Same Time It Is Over And It Goes On, And Is There Any Tense For That? Watch Wound And Buried By The Watchmaker, Before He Died, Whose Ruined Works Will One Day Speak Of God, To The Worms.

The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.