Just reading a BBC story about a person in Syria who has stopped wondering why the West "
never comes." He finds comfort however in Beckett's "Waiting for Godot." Apparently some of his friends and family have been resisting the Assad regime for over 3 decades.
It reminds me of Sartre's answer to the meaning of life: "Hope!" he said cheerily. But as in Godot, that hope is more abstraction than reality; and might I add, more of the entertainment variety--"That passed the time." / "But it would have passed anyway."/ "Yes; but not so quickly!!!:)" (emoticon mine)
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