The old man silently blowing his pipe and looking at the people from the glance. He is spectating the creators: people dancing next to the river, the ones, painting behind the containers, people playing in the pub or just flowing. In everyone of us there is a master – wisdom, inspiration and creation. There are those, who says it’s a muse, others – it’s God, the third ones – the right leg out of bed. But can it be, that we, ourselves are those inspirers and this is – our inner master?