Our soul needs treatment. Attention. Not from others. From us. The whole world is on her shoulders. And she, is responsible for keeping the flame, existence and meaning, waiting for us for compassion. Softness. Understanding. Acceptance. She wants us to take care of her, to give her room within the sea of jolts the make life. And only here, in the bathtub, does she step outside, lazily stretching and start talking. Only here, she wins the quiet she deserved.