For me, contact with Man is a journey through the landscape of his soul. For example, communicating with one person, I seem to drink from his river. His soul is generous and full of water. It's slow motion is mesmerizing. The words of his speeches seem to flow into you, saturating with living water. And sometimes you meet a soul - a dense forest. Wander, wander, but only trees intertwined with crowns whisper about something high above. Someone's soul is a metropolis. Here the voices do not stop. Rhythm, speed, movement, polyphonic. In a few minutes, such a stream of information falls out on you that you involuntarily start missing a person with a cave soul. It is quiet and serene with him. Feeling protected. Here you will get tea and tell a long tale. There’s nowhere to rush. Subdued light, soft half-whisper, nap.... My soul is a desert. Once, probably, there was a big civilization. But now only rare oases remind us that life once boiled in it. I love the desert of my soul. I like to peer into its dunes, enjoying the whiteness of sand and the hot sun. I like to listen to her sounds at night, wander in search of oases scattered in a chaotic manner in its open spaces. One day I will plant a forest here. May be. Each landscape is beautiful in its own way - forest, mountains, plains, shores and caves, oceans and streams. It is impossible to compare them. Each is unique and beautiful. And all together they are a great many-sided world of our human nature. And how do you imagine the landscape of your soul?