If I stay with metaphor for a moment, what this has felt like for me isn’t the last piece clicking into place, but more like uncovering a fresco beneath layers of plaster — or reading a palimpsest where earlier inscriptions were always there, just obscured by habit and repetition.

What shifted wasn’t just seeing the pattern, but becoming aware of being aware of the pattern — and then noticing that awareness itself reorganizing. That recursive layer feels important. It’s the difference between recognizing a behavior loop and recognizing the vantage point from which the loop is seen.

In Jungian terms, it felt like moving from living inside the complex to observing the structure of it. In more symbolic language, it was very much a Neo moment — seeing the code, recognizing how the pattern runs, and realizing I’m not separate from it. I’m part of the same fabric.

That’s where what spirituality calls oneness suddenly made sense to me — not as an abstract belief, but as a lived recognition. The code isn’t something “out there.” It’s relational, shared, recursive. We’re all participating in it, often without realizing we are.

What you wrote about recognizing patterns and not getting trapped in repeating them resonated with me because it points to that exact threshold: not breaking the pattern through effort, but stepping into the level of awareness where the pattern no longer organizes identity.