Are you waiting?  We all wait.  We wait for this, we wait for that; we wait for the mail, we wait for a date, we wait for a check, we wait for, really, almost anything.  In so many ways, life is about waiting.
     What if, however, we wait and wait and wait and never get that for which we are waiting?  What if we wait for nothing?  Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot tells a story of two people who wait for someone, Godot, a person whom they perceive to be a type of savior, at a bus stop, talking, visiting, prognosticating--and the person never comes.  It's a wait that does nothing more than wait:  we are left with no resolution.  The story has no ending.  The world is beyond prediction and incapable of certainty; it's a world devoid of any structure or rhythm or meaning, other than what it is in itself.  And we do not even know why it's here.
     And what, some may ask, is wrong with a world like this?  Should it be anything else?
     Maybe not.  But if it is not anything else, we still need to know how we are to live in it, a world without certainty, meaning, hope, or point.  We will want to know what it means.
     Morever, we will forever ask this:  why is there a conundrum if the world has no point?