Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. — Samuel Beckett. Irish playwright and poet (1906–1989)
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Vladimir: That passed the time. Estragon: It would have passed in any case. Vladimir: Yes, but not so rapidly.