our myriad selves

Was that I?

I just read my last post and have this obscure sense of disbelief. Did I really think and feel that way that saturday. It also happened when I opened this unposted letter to a friend written 8 months back. It astonished me that I thought those thoughts then. Now I am quite convinced that we are not the same person all the time. A few hours back I was at Fountain, that me was so pissed off over some trivia and this me is so indifferent to that trivia. That me is a ghost memory and right now I am an engagingly new person, relatively speaking.From my level of evolution, this is certainly a new discovery. I think I have figured out a very essential phenomenon for Life. I think I understand why I escape from myself so much. Old me and new me are constantly at variance.Then I recall that Greek thought : You never step in the same river twice. Always thought that meant the river is different, now I think it is us who are different.Halt. Pause. Just read back what i had written. Happy to report that atleast in the last 10 minutes I can recognise myself as the same me that began this piece. Life is merciful in short spans of time.I like steadiness. I expect steadiness in others too. Maybe this is the fallacy that creates disharmony.Must investigate.