“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness”
And yes, it is with words Samuel Beckett expresses himself. But I agree anyway. To my aching and overflowing self it seems the world is so much words. So much talking. So much noise between here and there – that we can’t get to the other side of each other and start doing what needs to be done. Working in the service of life. Living in the arms and joys of one another. Resting in the cool shade of what is real.