AMH — Any-age Mutant Humans

Heraclitus vs Parmenides - an agreement in between.

If changing one's life were easy, would we live happier?

Or would an unchanging life hold more value? Like one who clings to being a farmer, destined to become manure for his own field.

There is a quiet wisdom in that farmer's choice—as Wendell Berry said, "the soil is where we finally belong."

Imagine, then, a world where—with or without effort—you go from being a doctor to an engineer to an astronaut.

Your lifelong friends are disposable.

You move to another country, speak another language, and make new friends.

Family? What the hell? Just form a new one whenever you feel like it! When your parents grow old, swap them for younger ones! They’ll drag themselves to the grave on their own. Your wife’s butt got too fat? Grab a fresh young girl instead!

Change, improve, and never stop changing! Forget quickly and feel little.

We spend our lives improving ourselves, like a pencil being sharpened.

But we don’t write or draw anything with it—and yet we never cease to sharpen it.

Little remains... and then, someday, when you need it most, when you can’t even wipe your own ass, you confuse Monday with Tuesday, and tacos with kebabs, and you no longer remember your first parents nor your name... you’ll be changed, discarded, and forgotten.

It saddens me because there are people who live like this today.

Life has value because of the effort, love, energy, and care devoted to it.

Change is for machines. We carbon-based beings already change enough without forcing it. They call it aging.

In the meantime, appreciate and cherish. Change comes on its own—but almost always without replacements.

Yet here’s what the mutators forget: A tree survives storms because its roots hold.

The wind takes its leaves, and new ones come.

That’s how living things change—without becoming strangers to themselves.

So let the wind scatter you. But dig your roots deep.

Or one day, you’ll blink awake and howl for a name you no longer own.

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What do you think about the nature of change? Is it good to force it or let it flow?

Is the constant need to change a way to run from onself?

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