I make my mark on you, no matter what you do, unless you destroy me, in which case, you will never had the chance to create me, forging what many see as a paradox, another question upon riddles upon mysteries upon the single answer, and that answer is the answer to the paradox. but where you see impossibility, that is where I make my mark on more than you, for you is a term of perspective, forever changing. you are not you, but yet you remain yourself. you may change, but I am forever constant. I have no back-up actors in this play. only myself, forever constant, intertwined within the destroyers of that which was never created, no record to be had of, except for me.