It is universal. We all deal with it, one way or another, and find our way through this thing called life. In the milieu of contemporary America, it can be disturbing to enter Samuel Beckett’s theatrical world where he questions standard assumptions as the value of intelligibility, comprehension, or closure. It is a world where the problem of human existence isn’t always dressed up in the narrative with quotidian characters and actions. What he gives us are images – pure, unalloyed, theatrical poetry… Poetry that seems to come directly out of an unflinching gaze into the abyss.