In every tradition, there is a pocket of hysteria in which believers lock themselves and nervously, relentlessly repeat the same loops of language, ad nauseum,
up to the nausea of the one who hears such mumbling.
The more they hear it thus pronounced, the more they repeat it to themselves.
With each repetition cycle, the loops penetrate deeper and seem to further convince them.
They pierce within themselves the well where self-justified beliefs are deposited.
“It is so because it is so”
In these pockets of hysteria time goes to waste.
This place inside prone to such circular wanderings exists along with the awakened center pulsating from all eternity. Do they not see ?
Notes & Silence 
All behaviour can be reduced to empty ritual. Is « empty » redundant in that sentence?
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