One waits for Godot, for example, from the moment one becomes conscious until the moment that one’s consciousness expires. All that we do in the interim, in the duration of that waiting — the going to and fro, the getting up and lying down, the speaking and expostulating and vying and consuming and reproducing and prevaricating and negotiating — is a matter of hand waving, more or less. Though that would take a pessimistic view of things. And pessimism is a distortion of the truth.