“Repetition is the shadow of structure”, I read somewhere.
This is true of code, philosophy, and life. Well, that escalated fast, but that is common in most trains of thought I sit in for a while. All tracks lead to Rome indeed, and not only that, when I get down low enough the dependencies become circular.
It is true, but incomplete, for each repetition is different. This is where I used to, and still trip up, say when trying to find useful abstractions in the programs I write. Consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds, but most of my mind is small, and it helps me remain sane; still sometimes I am necessitated to step outside and face the sharp edges of reification to find the structure that generates the repetition that I’m trying to replicate.
In the beginning, Brahma created the universe, but it was lifeless, repetitive.
Not knowing what to do, he went to Shiva, blankly pointing at his creation. It was Shiva who made it alive.
What Shiva does, is, goes by many names. Destruction. Chaos. Randomness. It is that makes repetitions alive.
God does not play dice, Professor Einstein, he is dice.