Tomorrow I'll be the same as I am today. And because I must be remade every day I am not real. So, you're saying that real is what continues on in the same shape and form. But, I have heard that cups break even before they have held anything. I have also heard that cups leak and even that cups are dirty.
Cups also loose their shape.
I also heard that once, a long time ago, a cup broke and the coffee poured out onto the world and left a stain that would not wash away. Many cups came. Many cups went, but the stain remained. Me, my position, my argument. Well, yes, a point but a more ghostly, shadowy one.