Experience as motion
Experience can mean nothing. Or it can change everything.
It can be like a room of mirrors — you look around and only see yourself repeated. Your identity multiplied, familiar from every angle. Clever, almost magical at first glance, but ultimately safe. Nothing really changes.
Or experience can be a path. A progression. In that version, each reflection carries something new. You move forward and your sense of self moves with you. You recognize others on similar roads. You see distance traveled and direction ahead.