What exactly are your expectations, salvation or affirmation, perhaps? You’ve already determined that it is a game. It is a game in order to survive. Thus, life is an end in itself. Good luck!
That is the question. Thousands of years of culture, hinted at in one name. I haven't determined yet what it is; part of the exisistentialist dilemma is that the core issue cannot be adequately defined. Heh. Your name is bigger than you.
When you get to the end, you’ll have to stop. If you’re waiting for someone else to come along and make sense of it all, time is the only thing you can rely on. You must be waiting for time to pass then.
The waiting, the lack of sense. Of course you've never heard of it, you're Godot, everyone just waits for you, you're never alone, but we are.
Imagine no more tears, dissolving all your fears ... With tooth and claw we fight into this endless night.
