“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
I think that the Human choses war, choses to create chaos, seeks to overturn and destroy for exactly this reason. At least held within war, chaos and murder, something happens to prove that we are really alive.
“Let’s go.” “We can’t.” “Why not?” “We’re waiting for Godot.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
So here we sit, waiting, waiting for fucking what? We’re waiting for Godot. But he|she is not coming because he|she is already here and we live move and breath within their being. So, why such boredom within the One being of All? Why such mundanity, suffocating us as we exist within the One.
“Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do you say? It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflexion, or else he slinks away into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come — ”― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
So here we are, the Christians, waiting for what might never come, yes the entrails look right for an appearing, but we will never know until it happens, as our lives fade to black. And the paradox is that what we are waiting for is already happening now, but we don’t exist in the now, we are waiting for what is to come. The Human flaw…
“That’s how it is on this bitch of an earth.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
Why must we struggle, why has God set the Human on the pathway of struggle, when we are told He|She is a God of love and light. Does God’s light shine from me, as I struggle?
“ESTRAGON: I can’t go on like this.
VLADIMIR: That’s what you think.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
And it does go on, it just quietly bleeds out of our soul until we are crushed by the sorrow, crushed by the pain and crushed by the emptiness that defines our being.
“VLADIMIR: What do they say?
ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives.
VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
And now we scream, through desperate posts on electronic screens. Can’t you see me? I’m important, my being is sacred and I worship it as a God. I Am, don’t you see? My life is important don’t you see…so their must be a God waiting for me.
“Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It’s abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we’ll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
So little light found within the Children of God. Who extinguished our flame, who crushed the Spirit within our being. They know who they are and they hate the Human as much as they hate God.
“Estragon: People are bloody ignorant apes…”
“…Vladimir: I don’t understand.
Estragon: Use your intelligence, can’t you?
Vladimir uses his intelligence.
Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
Do we ever recover the light? Do we ever understand or do we follow phantoms and illusions captivating our minds? Must we rely on the light of a Demi-God. Why don’t the Children of God shine with brilliant light? Why is this life overcome with darkness?
“We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don’t protest, we are bored to death, there’s no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let’s get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we’ll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
We live within a construct that we create ourselves to crush our own souls. Why does the Human persist in this?
“Estragon: What about hanging ourselves?
Vladimir: Hmm. It’d give us an erection.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
“A phenomenon known as ‘death erection’ or ‘terminal erection’ can occur in men who are hanged. This post-mortem erection is caused by pressure on the cerebellum or a massive spinal cord stimulus during a swift, violent death, resulting in blood pooling in the genitals.” AI
That God is quite the jokester, hey?
- Definition: Often called “angel lust” or rigor erectus, it is a form of involuntary, post-mortem priapism.
- Cause: The hanging mechanism causes severe spinal cord injury, which triggers the erection.
- Frequency: Historical observations at public hangings frequently noted this phenomenon, and it can occur in about 1 in 3 hangings.
- Physical Effect: It is a post-mortem, unconscious effect that can include ejaculation.
“We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
Must I endure one more day of useless toil, just to put bread in my belly, as the endurance slaughters our souls? Habit is the blanket that comforts us in the dark. Routine is soothing, but a true dead end, so we chose to go to war.
“To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.”
“The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
“We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
So I will say it loud and I will say it clear, this is the end of my waiting. You should of come as promised, you should of raptured us sooner, because you have given me too much time, to overcome my humanness, the weakness of mind, and to rather declare that I am God, I am You! Within my own being, the wait is now over. I have overcome this silly game that I never agreed to play. So now I soar. So now I am free. Why would I be waiting for an external “god” when the the True God exists within me and sees the world through my eyes. We are One.
God is patiently waiting within you in this very moment and he|she is waiting for you to awaken to this fact so that you will chose to be fully immersed within her being, so that you, a Human might become as God, made in the image of God, and serve the other Humans suffering around you.
Save Yourself! “If you meet the Buddha on the road kill him.”
The saying “If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him,” attributed to 9th-century Zen master Linji Yixuan, is .a metaphorical instruction to destroy any fixed, external or idealized concepts of enlightenment. It emphasizes that relying on dogmas or treating the Buddha as a deity blocks true spiritual liberation, encouraging direct, personal experience instead.
Key interpretations of this Zen koan include:
- Destruction of Idols/Dogma: It warns against turning the Buddha—or any teacher or doctrine—into a rigid idol or a set of absolute truths.
- Internal Awakening: Realizing that enlightenment is not found outside oneself, and any “Buddha” appearing externally is a delusion.
- Freedom from Attachment: Encouraging practitioners to let go of their preconceived notions of “holiness” or what the path should look like, allowing them to be fully present.
Essentially, it is a call to take responsibility for one’s own spiritual journey rather than relying on external authorities… AI