sleep

Vladimir: Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?... Probably. But in all that what truth will there be?...
Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave-digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on.

~ From Looking for Godot, by Samuel Beckett

{I keep trying to explain to people what this book is about, and I can't make them understand why it is as great as it is. But I guess that happens sometimes.}