Sometimes, when I walk up to a mirror, I catch a glimpse of what I really look like in the present moment before my brain has time to add athe overlay of what I used to look like, or wish to look like. It's startling and horrible.
It's all pretty cyclical. What's old is new is old again, ad infinitum. The religion of the rebels is turned into the religion of the oppressors. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. SpringSummerFallWinterSpring. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Also, Doughnuts-Donuts-Doughnuts-Doughnuts.