The heart of existence

Everything you'll find has got a centre. It's heart doesn't have to be in that perfect spot. It can as well be subtly buried beneath the unmissable appearance which always fools us first. This is a natural and unconscious reflex, a perpetual truth we don't want to hear about. Don't we all prefer the shell over the flesh? At least for some time it would be quite satisfactory. But then again...
Aren't we all comparable to those adorably fresh looking leaves with their super hydrophobic surface? Water instantly pearls off, adsorbing all the dirt on its quest for gravity. Alas, what a relieve that time blesses our beloved organ with friendly wrinkles, creating a martian tree of canals. So age substitutes the sparkling greeness with a mature sense of wisdom. But instead of seeing it as a gift, we leave it to our daring friend Mr. Clostridium botulinum...what a waste!