They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

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We’re waiting for Godot.

Estragon: Charming spot. Inspiring prospects. Let’s go.
Vladimir: We can’t.
Estragon: Why not?
Vladimir: We’re waiting for Godot.

There’s no lack of void.

Nothing to be done.

How time flies when one has fun!