We see a landscape and we see a man in that landscape and the landscape and the man are always different, each moment, although we assume that everything always remains the same, and thanks to this false assumption we dare to go on with our existence. So we’re never exactly the person we are, but always already something different, though still just barely ourselves if we’re lucky. We’ve developed by surrendering something of ourselves, little by little, and so we’ve remained the same, though changed.