All agree that memory is fugitive, but few draw the necessary conclusion about identity.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” would be a more telling argument if everything were not, in fact, broke.
Our descendants will regard us for hanging men as we regard our ancestors for hanging dogs.
All appears as it would if it were what it is.