I whip up some set of arguments against some sort of absurdity posed by contemporary culture, and then realize that these arguments were made in the 90s by someone else, and in the 70s by yet another.
And that the arguments themselves, abstracted and applied across time, could have been made by someone 100 years ago. 1,000 years ago.
Traced across human history, there is a mass of continuous human activity, a body, that ebbs and flows, that transforms and returns, that continues to produce these absurdities, and through the production of these absurdities, it produces thoughts, reactions, arguments like the ones that surface in my thoughts.
I - and many others throughout the modern world who have had similar thoughts - am in the end a phase in an endless cycle, a rising moon gazing coldly at a setting sun for the nth time, to be repeated again and again, within cycles that span decades, orbiting within cycles which span centuries, orbiting within cycles which span millennia.
A little dizzying, but this is ok.
