We are all messengers of beauty, the messengers of the sea, of the Sky, of stars, of the Mother Earth's breath, heart, love... I touched the ground, the dirt and felt beautiful huge body of the whale moving and breathing, and all her scars. My hands were messengers of that pain, yet her beauty is still alive, we still walk in her beauty offered, in the most loving milk of stars. For her children, she gives, she breathes, she loves. She loves for us, for us, for the messengers of her love.