Made on
Tilda
Reflection on spirituality and inner beauty. Who can be called a truly beautiful person? Can one weak act committed not
out of love, but out of fear negate the inner work to achieve harmony and spirituality? Is it possible to put the stigma of
a weak person on someone who stumbled?
The main question of the novel is whether to remain a human being in inhuman conditions or to act like everyone else? In order to better see the characters and their actions, I put them in a clean context in which all their flaws are clearly visible.