love in the desert

I read a novel called "love in the desert", about a French soldier in the desert, almost dying, fainted in a cave, he woke up to find a beast lying beside him, turned out to be a leopard with blood on its mouth. Fortunately, the leopard was full and did him no harm. The soldier wanted to kill her with a dagger, but then he changed his mind and stroked her with a gentle gesture. However, the soldier was still afraid, and ran away while the leopard was fast asleep, but the leopard came up not far, and by this time he was in the quicksand, and the leopard grabbed him by the collar and rescued him. At the end of the article, the soldier killed the leopard purely by accident. The leopard bit him gently on the thigh. He thought he was going to eat him, so he stuck the dagger into the neck of the beast. In this passage, the protagonist of the text talks about "I think there is no place like the desert" and "there is no man but god". Indeed, he felt in the desert what he could not feel in human society. I have been touched by this story, which relayed the limitless possibilities of communication, even between humans and animals, and gave us more confidence in our own communication. At the same time, it also alludes to a formulaic phenomenon in human society -- communication comes together, suspicion separates each other, and then the event itself is confined to a deadlocked state of recall.