What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and movement how exact and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? … After all, there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of your philosophy.


„After all, there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of your philosophy,“ says Hamlet while re-inventing anew his Theatrum Mundi of the Third millennium. A Theater of the magical irrevocable moments in time which are already the future, a cosmic timelessness where time and space merge. Whether hidden in a nutshell of solitude or exposed naked in an infinite landscape of melancholy and active electric thoughts, he is creating images, which we have never seen before. Quantum memories which balance this derailed world. The entire play is in his hands and he will bring it to the end as a director and an actor at the same time, crossing the borders, breaking the rules in recognition and search of that what is lost in the gaps of time, trapped between a word and silence. And here, between night and dawn, he will find a secret point: the heart, active and warm, of pomegranate purple colour, hidden in a closed fist. Today Hamlet creates reality which is Theater. In order to make room for the breath of air that brings the vision. Just to be able to see again the tears in rain.


The rest is, as we know, silence.