Every day, a master.

My being seems to have learned to appreciate its own existence:

it has finally accepted life’s invitation to accompany it in its daily ritual
of death and rebirth.

Each part that composes it finds a natural path to reach the version consistent with the next journey, absorbing and then releasing the last.

In order not to forget the lessons of the lives lived each day, it compiles them into an intelligent tangle of teachings and spreads them wherever it goes; attracting the fascination of admirers of its peculiar observations, planting its seeds in them, and dying once more.

Without imagining which sea will emerge in the morning, it then learns to enjoy the dive at the fall of each night.