One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second. - Samuel Beckett

In other words, or perhaps another thing, whatever I said it was never enough and always too much. Yes,

You may say it is all in my head, and indeed sometimes it seems to me I am in a head and that these eight, no, six, these six planes that enclose me are of solid bone. But thence to conclude the head is mine, no, never.

Estragon: Suppose we repented.

Vladimir: Repented what?

Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have
to go into the details.

Vladimir: Our being born?