Did you feel a cleansing delight from a work of art? When the boundaries between you and the music or the surface of the canvas are erased, when it penetrates you or vice versa, but you become one or something third. If tears, then these are tears of joy, washing the heart and purifying it. Catharsis. As if the soul flies high, above the sky, it is outside the sky, in the cosmic, intangible space it merges with the eternal and infinite. Is it not the Divine spark, the breath of life, thanks to which “... and man became a living soul”?