Godot is the illussion of salvation.
According to the play, a human being's life is totally dependant on chance, and, by extension, time is meaningless; therefore, a human+s life is meaningless.
God, if he exists, contributes to the chaos by his silence.
The play is a metaphor, for our life. It shows that things repeat themselves and that there are always people that will try to use us, change our values, and some will become our friends. Is it television?
The purpose of human life is an unanswerable question. It seems impossible to find an answer because we don't know where to begin looking or whom to ask.
His humor is often over shadowed by the darkness of his plays.
Estragon and Vladimir are two people, repersenting anyone, yourself for example. They meet a man (pozzo), controlling another man(lucky) and has the power to manipulate lucky(such is the way of life). Then after they leave, the boy messenger comes to tell them that 'godot' is not coming. Why?
Is there not any reason to expect a positive future?
'Godot' is not god or yes?. Even when Beckett was asked who 'godot' was, his response was that he didn't know. I belive that godot is anyone or anything that we are waiting for. It is the future. It is the unknown and it is terrifying, isn't it? Are we alone in the universe?
Do you feel it inside? Where is it going?
Are we waiting for GOD to save our immortal versus mortal soul? Did Beckett think that we have no soul? Are we here for something else than procreation?
Estragon and Vladimir are alienated from the world, which is unknown, remote, and indifferent, and from which he is isolated by the walls of his self. The world in which we live is becoming more and more alienated. Is internet another kind of ALIENATION?
The conflict between two different substances - the world and the human subject, leads to the feelings of Absurdity. Where are we? Are we lost in the wires of technology?
Estragon and Vladimir are creatures grounded in Absurdity;
there is no meaning in their Being which is why their lives involve mere waiting
for the end, for death. We are here to die. What is the death?
The waiting is a pure experience of time itself, time which disintegrates into smaller and shorter periods.
Estragon and Vladimir do not live without hope and joy in life.