This morning I ponder the Ouroborus. Maybe the thought was initiated by that little dog that I lived with for few days? Every morning she did a little circular dance, chasing her own tail in the living room, the morning sunshine streaming thru the window. It was little act of self-awareness, futility, and absurdity too.
A snake eating it's own tail. Symbol of the eternal cycle of life, life, death, rebirth.
Let's check in with Carl Jung on the subject: "The Ouroboros is a dramatic symbol for the integration and assimilation of the opposite, i.e. of the shadow. This 'feedback' process is at the same time a symbol of immortality since it is said of the Ouroboros that he slays himself and brings himself to life, fertilizes himself, and gives birth to himself. He symbolizes the One, who proceeds from the clash of opposites, and he, therefore, constitutes the secret of the prima materia which ... unquestionably stems from man's unconscious."
As Dylan put it: "He not busy being born, is busy dying."
