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Tamara's avatar

What a symphony of insight, this entire reflection reads like a modern-day Orphic hymn to change, alive with rhythm, myth, and the subtle violence of becoming.

You’ve managed to articulate something that feels ancient and urgent: detours are not deviations, but initiations. They strip us of the armour of expectation and return us, not to clarity as a static answer, but to clarity as a capacity we grow into.

I like your distinction between natural and artificial detours. It reminded me of Goethe’s idea that nature never hurries, yet everything is accomplished. Artificial detours, by contrast, mimic movement but lack meaning. They exhaust, not evolve. We’re constantly redirected by algorithms, deadlines, dopamine loops…. but these detours don’t metabolise us into anything new. Natural detours, however, are metabolic. They digest us and feed our future selves.

Detours, especially the unwelcome ones, are often the soul’s refusal to comply with the ego’s itinerary. They are how the psyche insists on wholeness when the personality is bent on efficiency. In Jungian terms, detours are how the Self lures the ego toward integration, not with certainty, but with symbols, synchronicities, and the slow work of shadow.

You’re right, the “clap of clarity” doesn’t come from skipping steps. It comes from staying in the chrysalis long enough for the wings to form.

So maybe the new question isn’t “how do I get back on track?” but “what was I never supposed to miss?”

Happy Easter, Joanna!

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Patrick Muindi's avatar

Knowing is in the detours. Nothing can be known beforehand. Everything unfolds, and sometimes things just take a course of their own. Thanks for this wonderful analysis, Joanna.

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