"with what words shall I name my unnamable words?" S. Beckett
Our life, that's a good one, our death, that's a better one, yet we keep coming back, keep coming back, it's like an AA Meeting around here. We keep trying to say it, say what, we don't know, we haven't a clue, the words that would matter, what a laugh. The words that would calm us, what a howl. The words that would put us to rights--stop, you're killing us. If there's one thing we can't abide it's a happy ending. It's a sin against the feasible. To say it, to say what, to say it, to say what, like trying to summon the dead and make them live again. The ancient heartache, time, time is killing us, we'll die if it doesn't cut it out. To say it, to say what. What our heart knows. That, my friend, is the funniest thing you've said all day.