“People are made of more parts than they realize, I think. There’s the immortal question of how much one can change before they cease to be themselves. And I don’t think there’s a good way to answer it. Perhaps it shouldn’t be answered. Perhaps, like waking and sleeping, selfhood is not a binary but a spectrum, a continuity of beings that vary in nature.”
She takes a long, deep breath.
“The brain is thought to be the seat of the mind, I know, but I do not have one. Mine was consumed by my own heart, as it transformed into its own sort of godmeddled thing. I remember being Drelasa Veloth, and I feel as I remember feeling, but sometimes I’m haunted by the notion that I might be some sort of divine facsimile. Sometimes I feel like it doesn’t really matter.”
“I don’t know what advice to give about your experiences with the self. Indeed, I don’t think my advice would suit you, as we seem to want disparately different things.”
cw: existential contemplations on selfhood and identity
“People are made of more parts than they realize, I think. There’s the immortal question of how much one can change before they cease to be themselves. And I don’t think there’s a good way to answer it. Perhaps it shouldn’t be answered. Perhaps, like waking and sleeping, selfhood is not a binary but a spectrum, a continuity of beings that vary in nature.”
She takes a long, deep breath.
“The brain is thought to be the seat of the mind, I know, but I do not have one. Mine was consumed by my own heart, as it transformed into its own sort of godmeddled thing. I remember being Drelasa Veloth, and I feel as I remember feeling, but sometimes I’m haunted by the notion that I might be some sort of divine facsimile. Sometimes I feel like it doesn’t really matter.”
“I don’t know what advice to give about your experiences with the self. Indeed, I don’t think my advice would suit you, as we seem to want disparately different things.”