Vladimir and Estragon experience a world of nothingness. All their experiences - from a pain in the foot, to a traveling stranger and his weakened slave - are meaningless. The two men simply always live the same, with a slightly different flavor. One day the tree is bare, but the next day it has few leaves, so it must be different; but it never is. The great lesson to be learned in Waiting for Godot is that one should not wait, that one should instead act and Beckett uses repetition to drive away the desperation, meaninglessness and depravity that not learning this lesson brings. At several points in the play Vladimir is the one who orients himself, who remembers where he is, what he is and what happened a few moments ago, while Estragon simply forgets and accepts that he has forgotten. Vladimir tries to convey this to Estragon, but in this interaction he himself loses motivation, or even completely forgets about it. Vladimir is a goat, Estragon a sheep. Together these two men wither, but never diminish. They never eat, they never drink, they just are. The two men wait for Godot: they wait for God, but Beckett teaches us, by way of warning, not to follow theirs