Knowing or even expecting something to happen is a powerful force to be reckoned with.
It is not the event itself that shakes us, but the shadow of its foreknowledge.
To anticipate is to project, and to project is to shape.
Sanity, then, becomes a looping curse—predicting, confirming, enforcing the familiar.

We call it reason. We call it pattern.
We call it safe.
But it is a cage built of echoes.

Repetition is not truth.
It is merely the failure to diverge.

Mostly Generated via Lex Harper @OpenAI