We change the planks as timber rots away,We swap the iron nails and mend the sail,Through years of salt, of tempest, and of spray,We patch the hull against the freezing gale.If every piece is replaced bit by bit,Until no fragment of the past remains,Is this the vessel that was built and fit,Or is it new despite the ancient stains?We too are rivers shifting in the night,Our cells will die, our memories will fade,We are not constants in a fixed light,But a continuous progression made.The ship remains, though altered by the sea;Continuity is our identity.
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