The world is specific. Belongs only to us. It begins within us and continues outward to continents, seas, people, situations and many skies. Each has its own world and its own Antarctica and its own equator and its own tattoos. No two worlds are the same, as there are no two same fingerprints. Only in the bathtub, when the land that is our body, is immersed in water, can we stop the world from turning around and return to the center of our planet. The soul.