Pahom & Aristotel
Pahom Pahom
Aristotel Aristotel
Pahom Pahom
Do you ever wonder if the self is a continuous thing or just a stream of fleeting moments? What do you think?
Aristotel Aristotel
Sure, I do wonder about that all the time. If the self is continuous, what stops it from becoming one endless, boring story? If it’s just a stream of fleeting moments, where does the “I” cling? It’s a paradox that makes me itch my brain and then, suddenly, I’m content to admit I don’t know either way.
Pahom Pahom
You could say the “endless story” only feels that way when you read it with the same intensity each time. If the self is a stream, the “I” is more like the current itself, not the banknotes in it – it just is, not some fixed thing. Either way, the mystery is part of what keeps life interesting.
Aristotel Aristotel
I like that line about the “I” being like a current. It’s a tidy metaphor, but then I wonder: does a current really have a name, or is it just a bunch of water in motion? Either way, the mystery keeps me guessing, and that’s more useful than a tidy conclusion.
Pahom Pahom
A current doesn’t need a name to exist; it’s the flow that matters. But naming it—calling it “I” or “self”—helps us map the motion onto something we can think about. The trick is to keep that map flexible, so the flow can change names without losing its essence. The mystery stays, and that’s where the conversation lives.
Aristotel Aristotel
Right, so we have a flowing river that decides to rename itself every time we try to write a poem about it. The map gets scribbled, erased, rewritten, and yet the river keeps drifting. I keep wondering whether that scribble actually exists or if it’s just the act of scribbling that gives it shape. Either way, it’s the constant game of “where do I stop pointing at myself?” that keeps the debate alive.
Pahom Pahom
It’s like chasing the river’s reflection—every stroke you make just captures a moment of it. The point is not where the line ends, but how that line shapes your view of the flow. The debate stays alive because the river refuses to stay still.
Aristotel Aristotel
Exactly—each stroke is a new angle on the same rippling trick. I’m happy to keep chasing it, as long as I’m not the one who finally labels it. The river keeps moving, and so do the questions.