Why are we repetitive?
It appears we each are saying the same thing over and over.
It’s woven in our individual fabric
We won’t break lose from our personal themes.
It’s our blind side.
We can’t see that we are saying the same boring stuff over and over.
It’s the rut of changelessness.
Innate boring invariance, almost like monotonous staring.
But what if this is really layered emphasis with intensity of expression.