Repost: Doom Patrol and Body Horror

This post was originally posted on my old, now defunct blog, on May 17, 2019. I have done some editing to it but, for the most part, is the same post. A father lay dying and gave his son, a woodcutter, the family ancestral ax. The father made the woodcutter promise that he would always use the ax in his trade. During the next season, the ax blade, old as it was, snapped in half on a stubborn tree. Being a dutiful son, the woodcutter had it replaced by the best metalsmith. During the next season, the wooden handle began to fall apart from age. Being a dutiful son, the woodcutter had it replaced by the best woodworker. During the next season, admiring the new blade and new handle, the woodcutter wondered if in dutifully executing his promise to his father, he had inadvertently broken the same promise. Is it the same ax? Just like the Ship of Theseus , the question of fidelity of identity lingers. Is the intent enough to call it the same ax when the sum of the whole have all been repl...