42 ARE WE THE SAME OF 5 MINUTES AGO?

42 ARE WE THE SAME OF 5 MINUTES AGO?

In another place of the space and the time … A trillion of trillions of years later …

Long way up to the trasmundo!
We come to a few very dense ruins. In the center of them we find an enormous very strange monument of stone. The Emissary decided to rest under him(it) and before vanishing looked at me a few minutes attentivly, as if I was meeting for the first time or as if it(he,she) was recognizing newly something for a long time(at length) ignored in me. Finally it was conquered by the dream and entered the stupor of the unconsciousness.
Then this terrible structure on the Emissary caught all my attention and made me understand(include) something that already he(she) was suspecting. It was a quadrangular very high structure. It(he,she) was departing from a broad base of tiny stony elements that to the beginning were chaotic and later they were rising forming(training) four double staggered propellers(helices). Of each one of these four double spirals four robust giants were born, strangly similar to the Emissary, that also they were slightly crooked(twisted), since(as,like) continuing the ascent spiral of the propellers(helices) that were supporting them. But more above(up), his(her,your) thick(bulky) arms were supporting hardly the immense and heaviest structure. The rare(strange) geometry of this heavy load was fulfilled with signs and was looking like in the distance a black tilted bucket. But it was rather two buckets, one inside other one, the lines of communication between(among) his(her,your) edges were drawing a plot that it(he,she) was confusing and annoying on having been examined. I will be call it provisionally a hyperbucket. Lamentably the erosion had erased(smeared) the details, so his(her,your) royal(real) form only was possible of turn with certain visual effort. The low corners of the hyperbucket were resting in the broad necks of these colossal men, that though stout as bulls, laboriously they were bearing the weight. The gestures full of pressure, the muscular tension at the edge of the imbalance, the geometric sobriety of the hyperbucket and the dizzy ascent of the spirals under them, everything was esculpido in a black stone spotted and cracked by the erosion.
The Emissary lazy and slept in the base of these four giants, as charm, seemed as the fifth one that, exhausted by the hard task of supporting to the black hyperbucket, had fallen down produced aggravating thus the already difficult labor of other four Emissaries.
Beautiful these atlas of stone also had the eyes closed to similarity of all that always I observed in my life, including the Emissary now dreaming. But his(her,your) dream was seeming to be inconvinient and even intolerable, as if they were dreaming an unbearable punishment. The giants were living in his(her,your) entrails of stone a mineral pain, fruit of that severe weight, eternally on them.
I started walking about the dramatic monument. Every giant equal age physically to others, though in different position of support and with gestures also different for the effort, there was obvious a certain descoordinación of his(her,your) muscular efforts, which was unbalancing furthermore(moreover) the support of the hypercubo, increasing the dramatic quality of the sculptural set. The base of the monument was broader that quite and initially was formed(trained) of these small untid elements. On having looked at them more closely I looked that each of them, they were seeming to be spherical, but they had actually(indeed) an internal structure, also capricious, but very small. These spheres, while one was raising the look, were organized and turning forming(training) two spirals; the parallel one to other one that they were communicating for steps(stairs) or bridges. To certain height these thick(bulky) propellers(helices) were turning into the developed thighs of four giants, so that each of these was born of one of four double spirals. And the twist tightens(tenses) of his(her,your) muscles and volumes it(he,she) was repeating this elliptical tension of the double propellers(helices), symbol and form of the molecule germinal, essence of the same life. Obviously the giants were representing the humanity but that was the hyperbucket?
The giants were identical in features and size between(among) if and with the Emissary, but different since they were drawing different positions and they were forming diverse gestures. Were they the same giant? Or different giants?

I itself had diverse gestures. Every minute my body was adopting positions and different forms. And nevertheless I was the same one or not? If something is not equal in way and forms(trains) why to be call it the same one? Will it(he,she) be that I am not that of five minutes ago?
I looked at the disturbing monument that was raising invincibly and arrogant up to a great height and verified the gruelling work of four giants, or of the giant only one.
I supposed then that in spite of the fact that my body was changing position since(as) the giants were doing, the atoms of my body were the same. It was doing me to myself to be the same. On the other hand the giants had different atoms and it was making them different between(among) yes.
But I remembered, that after a few years the atoms of my body they renew and are different. The atoms that before were a powder now are my meat and them of now they will be tomorrow the one who knows what. Why did he(she) believed that I was continuing if I was falling apart and re-doing with the time? The atoms of four giants were different also. They could be neither the same giant, nor I the same one of any years ago.

But unlike the giants I had a memory(report) of which I could say my age. Ponder this way walking about the monument.
Then I remembered that every day was accumulating new recollections and others were resigning. More rapid than the refill of my atoms it was the refill of my recollections and ideas. It(he,she) could not say then that I was the same one of any time ago on the basis of my material or mental constitution. I looked at the Emissary thinking.
The crux raised by this monument did not have solution, but to the end(purpose) I was thinking about finding it. There was no a continuity between(among) my past and me? There was no a succession of conditions(states), all related and one after other one that they were doing to me?
I was glad relieved. But suddenly I got disappointed again, so(then) this continuity only it(he,she) was meaning a relation, a proximity, up to an origin, a genesis, but not an identity. Also there was succession between(among) the spheres and the giants and between(among) the hyperbucket and the air, but they were not the same thing. In fact there was a continuity between(among) the wind that the planet and I furrow, but we were not the same thing. I was originating from the Thecnetos but I was not one with him(it).
My body was not the same but it it had to be my conscience contained in him(it), though it was forcing me to think that my conscience was not a part(report) of my body, impossible thing. My conscience had to be an equal structure to yes the same, done of material parts(reports); these parts were changing though the structure that they were forming(training) not. But why if the parts of the mind are of unconscious matter, was everything conscious? Why not was everything a simple material unconscience in the cosmos? Everything it had to be. Was my I equal to yes same after the time? Not wise that was the conscience but wise that was equal yes same, I he(she) continued being I or not?

I continued turning slowly about this mysterious monument and thought that after the return already he(she) would not be I.
When I stopped giving a turned more to the monument I found the Emissary of foot. It(he,she) looked at me acutely breathing anxiously and like that he(she) reported to me that we would begin again the march and that it(he,she) should leave these frivolous worries. Leave them. It(he,she) would have left a cosmos for going to where it(he,she) was.
But in the intimate thing, never forget the riddle that the monument of 4 emissaries is left by me in me.
The riddle without solution of the conscience.