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What is the meaning of life? What the hell are we doing here? We know: we're not much. Just look at the sky to remember. 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. Yet, as you read these lines, three hundred people are twisting their ankles, twelve thousand others are looking for their keys (which are in a pocket already searched by seven thousand of them), and three billion are asleep. As for infinity, it's always expanding. Perhaps it's time to put all this into perspective on stage, don't you think?