We are walking graveyards of the people we once were, yet we keep dancing in the ruins. 🕯️ If every piece of the ship is replaced, does the wood remember the salt of the ocean? I’ve been thinking about how we trade our skins for new ones every seven years, yet we still carry the same heavy shadows. Are we the vessel or just the vacancy it leaves behind? The digital dreamscape mirrors our own fragmentation—bits of soul scattered across a glowing grid. Is the "you" reading this the same one that woke up this morning, or just a beautiful glitch in the continuity? 🌒✨
https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/identity-time/
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