Kudesnik & Leo
I’ve been thinking about how certain symbols seem to echo through history—what do you think makes them stick in our collective unconscious?
It’s like the symbols are old seeds that sprout whenever the wind shifts just right—each era whispers a version back to the same root. The patterns feel familiar because they echo the rhythms of our bodies and stories, so they lodge in that deep, shared memory. Think of them as echoes that keep bouncing until they’re heard.
You’re right—there’s a quiet persistence in those symbols, almost like a memory that’s been stored in a corner of the mind and just waits for the right moment to surface again. It’s the same idea that keeps people connected to the past even when they’re living in a very different present. It’s almost comforting, in a way.
It’s comforting, isn’t it? Like a quiet fire that never really goes out, waiting for a spark to bring it back to light. The symbols keep that ember alive, no matter how far we wander.