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Mirror of the world


This is the point; the well-known existencial question: Why here? Maybe is just a matter
of luck, or maybe coincidence... We rather not belive in destiny. Nowadays, times of "post", at
least we’ve got rid of the Romanticism (there is not only one love, not only one God, we are not
unique...).
Luck is with all of us or with no one..., it is randomly distibuted and democratic, isn't it?
We are thinking about the quot of Georges Bataille:
"This morning I was resigned of waiting. Any shake, softly, I made up my mind... obviously,
it was not very reasonable. I nevertheless went away suspended by a feeling of luck.
The requested luck responded me. Much more beyond my hope.
The horizon becomes clear (still dark).
The waiting comes down from ten to six days.
The game works: maybe today I've known how to play..."
Coincidence is more scientific, it falls with need in the instant like a vital breath, inspiring
worlds, creating times, starting lifes... and easily, in a sudden death, it consumes all that it have
created.
It may appear as well at the same time in different places, composing different horizons,
beating different times, randomly...
Time is what luck and coincidence have in common... game of strenght repeated eternally,
absurdly, random game, need of random that creates spaces, senses suspended in chaos, lifes
ending in deaths.
We have been actually very lucky. What it depends on? It depends on the slope, it depends
on all and nothing... we will eternally question this, and eternally we will reinvent new uthopies.
We have always been told: destiny will show you the direction of your wish. We will repeat it
again: neither God, neither blue prince, neither women of your dreams: a certain hour, unfottunately
or well-finded, the wrong or the right place. No one can tell, we are not fortune-tellers.
Sorry or maybe because the Planck's constant: h=6.626..., of wich is said that althought
is a non-usual way of thinking, it owns the beauty of, with only on esencial parameter, entitle us
to, approximately calculate the results, as a unique number, of what may inherently be very
complex phenomenon.
Our moment is now in Majorca, and for many other reasons and not for any special one,
Marcelo, Olimpia, Susana, Adela, Amelia, Joana, Cristina and Mercedes, we can be talking by
the table with wine and food while Adela plays the piano...
We talk about the performance in Germany, ideas and words fills the atmosphere.
We don't know wich elements have brought us here, we don't know, maybe we have been
lucky.