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, fra ‘En attendant Godot’
(a tragicomedy in two acts), 1948/1953