When you go to the mountains, in fact you go inside yourself. Just as on the path to the top around you there are fewer things, the buildings created by man and for a person, the social fog is also melting in the head: work, relationships, money - all this remains on the plain. In the end, in front of you only the blinding snow and the whiteness of space, and inside you is a core, which in ordinary life is not so easy to get. Everything comes to naught. Tabula rasa reigns.