Piano time again

Again Beethoven, again Gulda, again piano sonatas.
We move along a spiral staircase. It seems to us quite straight and linear from the point where we are.
Then, again we encounter the same music, the same tastes the same people.
Although the music stays the same we change the way we listen to it.
Somehow, we even come across the same, or at least very similar problems.
Sometimes we get to the conclusion that we have learned nothing.
On other occasions we jump over the old familiar gap blindfolded, and it works out.
A miracle?
A development?
Learning?
Fate?
All I know for sure is that I am going to stop listening to Beethoven and that I am going to take a bath...right...now.