The messengers - Stoner notebook

Today is the day of my birth. 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 in a state of constant physical metamorphosis. Yet some things stay the same. An essence from some undefinable source. Our souls, like buried diamonds, gleaming and irrepressible.

My soul knows animals. They are the messengers.