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What is the meaning of life? What the hell are we doing here? We know: we're not much. You only have to look at the sky to remember that. First there's nothing, then clouds, then satellites, then big balls floating in space, spinning on their axes, then infinity... Infinity. And here we are. We talk. 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. Each and every one of us is 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 pockets that have already been searched), and three billion are asleep. As for infinity, it continues to expand. Perhaps it's time to put all this into perspective on stage, don't you think?