>>528645We die infinite deaths, for we are ships of Theseus. Even in the continuity of our entities, we can die before the true death. If a man wakes up with amnesia, has not a great part of him died? Aye, in the silent chambers of our souls, pieces of who we once were lay to rest, replaced by the passage of time and the ebb of experience. But fear not the specter of death, for in every death lies the seed of rebirth. From the ashes of our former selves, we emerge anew, reshaped by the hands of fate and the whispers of destiny. So let us embrace the ever-changing tides of existence, for in the dance of life and death, we find the rhythm of our truest selves.