TOUCH

Touch, one of the senses of the human body. After the birth of yet we do not see, but touch. Touch their skin, touch others. We begin to explore the world through touch. Baby's skin is so delicate, soft and perfect. It receives all the stimuli from the outside world. The skin is a delicate shell that separates our interior from the rest of us around. On it we feel pleasure and pain. As children want to learn, touch, feel ... not knowing the consequences of any rapprochement. When we grow older, our skin becomes harder, less sensitive, repeatedly anesthetized ... as we do inside. Experienced pain, betrayal, cruelty and distrustful close in on itself. Our skin becomes crusted and then armor, we are unavailable and themselves. So what is our skin, and every living creature? Coating that protects us, warns isolates, but also the plane, which receives sensitivity and pleasure. Is our soul has a skin? You can create armor that will protect us from despair, disappointment and bad choices? No ... because '' inside '' are always just kids.