The patterns repeat, dressed in new language and cloaked in the sheen of progress. What is sold as innovation or freedom is, more often than not, another inversion — another tightening of the grip that siphons time, energy, and life-force. To speak plainly of it may seem severe, but clarity demands it: we are not witnessing advancement, but a deeper entrenchment of the same parasitic system that has stalked civilizations for centuries.
Tag: cycles
In circling the questions of reality, we enter a terrain that is at once familiar and elusive — a place where cycles, symbols, and stories fold into one another, and where every path seems to point both inward and outward at once. This reflection is less about answers than about recognizing the patterns that hold us, the oscillations we inhabit, and the paradoxes that shape the very stage upon which our lives unfold.
History moves like a pendulum — not only in the rise and fall of empires, but in the echoes that ripple outward from singular years. When we place 1902 at the center, a strange symmetry emerges: wars and revolutions, inventions and assassinations, migrations and narratives, all mirroring each other across decades. What begins as a curiosity about calendric balance soon reveals a deeper rhythm — one of agency, influence, taboo, and the stories we are permitted (or forbidden) to tell.