Is repetition contradictory to pleasure? Our routines: the repetitive days, the repetition of life and death around, the repetitive times - ever changing but cyclical. We fall in love, for instance, but then repetition takes over, and kills the originality and novelty of our experience. Isn't being repetitive religious? In my head, repetition is a pattern, which slips into everything we do.
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