Shedding

I would not for a moment have you suppose that I am one of those idiots who scorns Science, merely because it is always twisting and turning, and sometimes shedding its skin, like the serpent that is its symbol. It is a powerful god indeed but it is what the students of ancient gods called a shape-shifter, and sometimes a trickster.

The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes. So do the spirits who are prevented from changing their opinions; They cease to be spirit.

I fart for joy and I laugh more than if I had cast my old age, as a serpent does its skin.

If you don’t like your own character there may be a new one ready-made and waiting for you. The snake sheds its skin with impunity, relying on the same nature which you rely on.