cycles

Sunrise, sunset, the order of days, the sequence of weeks, the repetition of months and seasons. All conspire to impose the illusion of circularity on our lives, when in fact, our lives are frighteningly linear. Opportunities for a second chance usually fall in the realm of happenstance, not cyclical normality. Decisions — and indecisions — matter, rippling over time through our lives.

Still, the illusion of circularity is strong. How often do you wake up and truly feel that it’s a new day? But every day is not the same. We take for granted the repetition of our experiences, yet so much remains uncertain. The feeling of predictability is just a defense mechanism against the unknown. What makes the unknown so unsettling? ∞