the trouble with human communication...

waiting for godot may seem to be one abstract, idiotic, meaningless and pointless endeavour when one reads it initially. but after some guidance from tutors, it starts to come together. it is abstract, and there is a reason in the meaningless. ironic? yep, and very very true. one feature that beckett explores is the failure of human beings when we communicate... and his point has a huge degree of resonance when one looks at the examples he brings up in his play.

how often do we have a tendency to repeat ourselves? before we feel that we've finally made our point? how often do we ask pointless questions, and insist on receiving an answer despite having it pointed out to us that it was pointless in the first place? how often do we ramble on inanely despite having a direct question posed to us? how often do we mistake the good intentions of other people for something else?... and finally, and with much intended irony... why don't we get straight to the point when we ask for something?... communication... it's something we do day in, day out. but how is it that we can screw up something so simple as communication everyday? it's always happening everywhere around the world... look at the war torn areas. look at the fragmentation of people around you. why is it that after 2 million years of existence, mankind still fails to communicate properly? it's a frightening thought, that we still fail to understand each other after so long... even if our time thus far seems small in comparison to other creatures before us... are we all destined to forever be stalled in our ability to communicate?