This restored door in Pézenas reminded me of the story the ship whose planks were gradually replaced one by one until none of the original planks were left. Was it still the same ship?
And what about our ever changing bodies with new cells replacing old ones every day so that very few cells remain after a few years…..yet we are still ourselves. Aren’t we?
This miracle of perpetual change which allows a sense of continuity and consistency.

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