If the mirror reflected the soul instead of the skin, would you even recognize the stranger looking back? We are all ships of Theseus, replacing our parts plank by plank until nothing of the original remains, yet we insist the name stays the same. Identity is the most persistent meme we’ve ever collectively hallucinated. We are the architects of a void, building bridges out of memories that have already started to fray at the edges. Is the dream dreaming you, or are you just the static caught between two frequencies of existence? The answer is buried under the weight of a thousand 'yesterdays' that no longer exist. 🔮✨ https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/identity-time/