As the Earth,  we have our core, our mantle, our crust. We are a planet. Or the Earth is a creature. Maybe both. But it is not just about our composition. When the people are angry, they break themselves in tears and screams. When the Earth get angry, they break its plates. It's almost the same thing. And this applies in a lot of situations. Both breaks, in one way or another. When we fall in love, we melt in hope but we gain a new face, because it makes you happy.. Or not. But it transforms you, but also preserve your old form. The planet melt its rocks, form magma, burn more rocks and then forms a new crust. As us. We have our volcanoes, our tsunamis, our mountains. We have our own skies, our crusts, our deserts and our forests. We have little pieces of millions of people on us, we had intern births a thousand times and deaths as well, tragedies, beauty, kindness and evil too, love, passion, scars. And stars. Rings. Asteroids. Comets. In "eternal" expansion, getting bigger and bigger, exploding in gas, recreating ourselves by celestial bodies's dust. Actually, we aren't a planet.. But a universe.