Discussion in 'The Cesspool' started by mtf, Aug 6, 2016.
Godot has arrived!
Godot, the expectations are high!
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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.
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.
Your name is bigger than you.
What's in a name?
Now don't you dare tell me that your screen name is just some actual Frenchy surname!!
You’re memory has failed you then. You’ll have to come up with something new. Do you need more time?
I don't have more time.
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.
In the end, we're alone alone, and noone is coming to save you.
Save you from what?
Where is this place, "the end" where we’re all alone? I have never heard of it.
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.
Do you mean the lack of purpose?
Last time I checked, the population was 7.4 billion.
Sure. Numbers don't change the fact of one's aloneness.
Imagine no more tears, dissolving all your fears ... With tooth and claw we fight into this endless night.
Separate names with a comma.