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news of a magnifldent epiphany: Modern Times revealed themselves in 1492 on St. Salvador’s Day to the bloody and blurred eyes of Isabela’s blameless admiral Christopher Colon endearingly nick-named Columbus. Birds came flying from land which should have been India, but wasn’t, but from that October morning the World which fell apart will never again come together, for every fanatical effort to establish One truth in One world will fail, running-aground on the cliffs of doubt, in the absence of gods. »If there were no God, we would have to invent him«... This is how Voltaire will close the discussion two centuries later, a flegmatic suggestion, which only to fanatics of an Image of the World may, up to this day, appear cynical. Theatrum Mundi is because of that, nothing more and nothing less than Calderon’s definition of baroque yearning after the forever lost wholeness. After all, that yearing is baroque, and is always an anxiety in the face of the modern. Whenever the spirit of the time is inhabited by retro-utopias and holy terrors in the face of the ostensibly New, those phoenixes of the Golden Age, the autumn rains of the baroque come sweeping in. W henever the spirit of the time is so empoverished that the ignorant, the light-minded and the poor in spirit rush to skip over the baroque, replacing it with the postmodern - it is time for the Spanjards: with

them, each day is baroque, and so for a thousand years. Everyone who suddenly discovers the value of the lost and everyone who is terrified by the knowledge of the wholeness having gone forever, realises that sense, in a shattered world, is no longer discernable, is a man of the baroque and dreams the Golden Age. It is necessary to always repeat: the classicists of the New Baroque always knew and repeated that every authentic human activity exhausts itself exclusively in its own past. Theatre, like the world, and hence, the world like theatre, has no future, it’s present beeing the sum of its past. The avant-gardes are the refuges for those who dream the Golden Age, the age of wholeness, of sense and reason, an age which may have never exhisted, but which, with the passing of time, becomes more and more real, more and more true and more and more comes into existance in the ” place where reality plummetted into an unrecognisable and false change, which pretends to be the New and the future. Heizenberg’s Principle of Determination teaches that it is not possible to determine the position of any particle in space and at the same time, measure the speed of its movement. Only with this particular principle of Quantum Mechanics, can the Special Theory of Marie’s son-in-law.