Looking at Sam Chirnside’s wonderful illustrations reminded me of Kierkegaard’s thoughts about repetition.
Repetition and recollection are the same movement, except in opposite directions, for what is recollected has been, is repeated backward. Repetition, therefore, if it is possible makes a person happy, whereas recollection makes him unhappy-assuming of course, that he gives himself time to live and does not promptly at birth find an excuse to sneak out of life again, for example, that he has forgotten something. He alone is truly happy who is not deluded into thinking that the repetition should be something new, for then one grows weary of it. It takes youthfulness to hope, youthfulness to recollect, but it takes courage to will repetition . . . he who does not grasp that life is a repetition and that this is the beauty of life has pronounced his own verdict and deserves nothing better than what will happen to him anyway.
Repetition is the reality and the seriousness of life.
He who chose repetition really lives.
So it’s neither the world nor life that repeats itself by itself. Thus, to repeat means to gain control over oneself, to be reliable, rather possessing power over the world and others.