Every day, we do the same thing.
We’re waiting for something to happen.
Or for someone to come along to give us the answer.
We wait for that big transcendental Other, that Godot, to come along.
We have a choice, we think.
And hope for the best.
And then we eat.
And after all that, we’ll be merry.
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