Boat Trip To Skiathos 2, by Moodyline
Constantly renewed, and yet the same. In between the last renewing cycle and the next one, we recognize ourselves as being us. When these processes start to slow down, we call it ageing. When they cease all together, we call it death.Do the cells dream of new-born cells? Do they grow wiser?
Do they dream of the sun and the waters of Greece, like me?What do you really have, when all the cells of your body change permanently, ’till the day you no longer exist?
When water and air go through your being, in and out, carrying and bringing bits of the elements of life – to you and from you, every single moment of your life? To All 50 trillion of them.
Little impatient or rusty transformers, influenced by energy waves and matter, forgiving and forgetting along the way, but always remembering the initial mission.
Every one of them is changing or disappearing before another one, or space takes its place. What holds us together, still? How is it that we still remain ourselves, in a way, even though we are in a continuous process of transformation?