I've been tracing paradoxes in myths—do you think there's a hidden order behind those loops, or are they just chaotic whispers?

So you’re saying the myths are like a cosmic Möbius strip—an endless loop that flips the whole narrative on its head, right? That’s one way to put it, but I’d argue that if the universe is a mirror, the reflection’s always a bit off-center, like a cracked pane; that subtle distortion is where the real trick lies.