I don’t remember if I was the same man yesterday or this morning I am entirely new creature or maybe I am evolving every other day as a new form, then who am I? How am I going to prove my existence if it is transient?
And maybe that’s the point for humanity in this grave time. they have forgotten their identity. If they could perceive their real backed-up identity they would never harm the next creature.
the myth goes like this: they say Theseus sailed back victorious—muscles taut, the sun kissing the hull of his ship. we can find this account in Plutarch’s Life of Theseus.
The ship on which Theseus sailed with the youths and returned in safety, the thirty-oared galley, was preserved by the Athenians down to the time of Demetrius Phalereus.^ They took away the old timbers from time to time, and put new and sound ones in their places, so that the vessel became a standin…