A single man is on stage, standing before other men.In itself all possibilities: he is the power.

He is alone, like a man who asks questions to a God who makes marks in the sand, instead of answering, absent. 
His God has returned, as told in the novel by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.Next to him the instruments to amplify himself; his justifications, his alibis, the continuous attempt to forgive himself, to build the imagination of the world where to choose freely in the form of constraint.

F.Chiantese.