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We know it: we are not much. You only have to look at the sky to remember it. First there is nothing, then clouds, then satellites, then large balls floating in space, rotating on their axes, then infinity... Infinity.<br><br> And here we are. We chat. We laugh. We get married. We get divorced. We get annoyed because that damn bus is late again. We have a toothache. We take bachata lessons. We exist. We are each and every one of us our own center of the Universe.<br><br> Yet, as you read these lines, three hundred people are twisting their ankles, twelve thousand others are searching for their keys (seven thousand of which are in a pocket that has already been searched), and three billion are asleep. As for infinity, it continues to expand.<br><br> Perhaps it's time to put all this into perspective on stage, isn't it? What is the meaning of life? What the hell are we doing here?