"It is," Euterpe agreed thoughtfully. "I'm sure I used to be different in so many ways, but I can't remember now. Everything I was gets wiped away in the tide of the new. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and be a completely different Euterpe without even knowing it."
It was a sort of eerie thought, not knowing for sure what you had been or what you could become. Euterpe thought on it often.