...and things ahve to be repeated. Is it a fundamental flaw in the fabric of the World or an error within the System of All Things?

What happens when biology repeats itself? Is it telling us that billions of life-forms (including humans) possess a definite limit to the combinations of varieties possible in Life? Everyone heard the : "Oh, you look just like a friend of mine, could be his brother..." It's creepy yet oddly disturbing.

People repeat themselves to be understood (which one can formulate the theory that all understanding is based on repitition) or seek approval on a point or other they're making, otherwise they're just rambling in circles which gets very annoying (those people exist by the way).

The Industry Of Labor requires one to adopt the virtue of Repeat: one is born, raised then spends the rest of their adult life repeating which leads to a behavior of routine which, disturbingly so, defines one's life! We should go to our jobs and our homes and kick over chairs, yell at our managers, throw the objects of consumerism into the streets and march against the System! We are not machines or devices! We do not have reset buttons! Controled deja vu shall make no claims on our lives!

My old {grandpa's} radio isn't playing music anymore. No sounds. No songs. But I love sounds, songs and noises. I don't like repetitions. I don't like radios that play the same songs. Don't tell me the same things over and over. Waste of time. My time. Your time.

You are not a cicada! Cicadas make sounds. Repetitive sounds. But they create music. A symphony for my soul. For your soul. You are not a cicada. You just keep repeating the same things over and over. So please shut up.

to do the same thing over and over. but in different places. it can never be the same. even when I feel I still am. still the same.

what I love most about travelling is the jet lag. it's when I take pictures. they are all the same place really. an inner space. hazy and clear at the same time. all the time