Yes, light, there is no other word for it.
Estragon: Nothing to be done.
All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.