The messengers - Stoner notebook

Today is the day of my birth. Life changes, we change. Our cells are constantly renewing. Our tastebuds have an average lifespan of 10 days. Our skin is born completely anew every month. We are born again and again. Yet some things stay the same. An essence from some undefinable source. Our souls, like buried diamonds, irrepressible and sparkling.

My soul knows animals. They are the messengers.