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I staggered out of the theater last night after seeing Waiting for Godot.
"Jeez." I said to Peter, "that's it? We're .ill just wind and gristle?"
"Yep." he said after a minute, and I knew he was trying to remember
whether he'd stuck the parking ticket in his wallet or his pocket.
He rather gallantly takes the notion of a meaningless universe in stride.
1. however, feel like a bewildered monkey spinning a prayer wheel
when I attempt to contemplate the so-called larger questions.