Well, look at this, “and cycle repeats.” What in the world does that even mean? Sounds like somethin’ my old man used to say about the weather. Hot, cold, hot again. Just keeps goin’ round and round, don’t it? Like that ol’ rooster crowin’ every mornin’, same time, same sound. Can’t get away from it.
Anyways, this “cycle” thing, it’s like… well, it’s like when you plant them seeds. You put ’em in the ground, water ’em, and then they grow, right? Then they give you more seeds, and you do it all over again. That’s a cycle, I reckon. Nothin’ fancy about it. Just the way things are. It ain’t always purdy, but it’s the way of things.
- Plant the seed.
- Water it good.
- Watch it grow.
- Get more seeds.
- Do it all over again.
See? Simple as pie. And it ain’t just about plants neither. It’s about everything, near as I can tell. The sun comes up, goes down, comes up again. Seasons change. Winter, spring, summer, fall. Round and round she goes. Even them city folks, with all their fancy gadgets, they ain’t got no control over it. They just think they do.
Sometimes, these cycles, they ain’t so good. Like when folks get all riled up and start fightin’. Then things calm down for a spell, but then somethin’ else happens, and they’re at it again. It’s like a bad habit they can’t break. Makes you wonder if folks ever learn nothin’. They just keep doin’ the same dumb things over and over. Like that time old Jed got drunk and tried to ride that mule backwards. Broke his arm clean, he did. Next Saturday, same thing! Stubborn as a mule himself, that Jed.
Now, some folks, they study this cycle stuff. Scientists, they call ‘em. They look at the weather, the stars, even the dirt under our feet. They try to figure out why things happen the way they do. They talk about “patterns” and “periods” and all sorts of big words. But it all boils down to the same thing, don’t it? Things repeat. That’s just how the world works, whether you like it or not.
Think about it. Them big ice sheets, they grow and shrink, grow and shrink. Takes thousands of years, they say, but it happens. And the water, it goes up into the sky, then it comes down as rain. Then it goes back up again. Even the air we breathe, it gets used up and then gets made new again. It’s all connected, see? Like a big ol’ circle. Or a… what’d you call it… cycle!
And talkin’ about repeat… well, to me, “repeat” and “cycle” are kinda the same thing. Like when you say somethin’ over and over, that’s repeatin’. But it’s also a cycle, in a way. You’re goin’ back to the start each time. Like that song on the radio, they play it and play it ‘til you’re sick of hearin’ it. Then, a few months later, wouldn’t you know, there it is again. Repeat. Cycle. Same difference, far as I’m concerned. Ain’t worth arguin’ about, that’s for sure.
And this “information cycle” them city folks talk about. Sounds fancy, but it ain’t nothin’ new. Someone says somethin’, then someone else hears it and tells someone else, and so on. It gets twisted and changed around a bit, like a game of telephone, but it’s still the same story, goin’ round and round. From the newspaper to the television and now on them “internets” the young’uns are always on about. Same stories, just told different ways, over and over. Cycle. Repeat. It all just keeps goin’.
So, this “and cycle repeats” thing? It’s just life, plain and simple. Good times, bad times, they come and go. Nothin’ stays the same forever. But things always come back around, in one way or another. That’s just the way it is. And there ain’t nothin’ we can do about it, except maybe try to learn a little somethin’ from it each time. But whether we learn or not… the cycle… well, it repeats, don’t it? And it will keep doin’ so long after I’m gone.
