It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all, through despair and hope, through faith and love, ’till we find our place, on the path unwinding.

Since the world is round
There is no way to walk away
From each other, for even then
We are coming back together.

We are all connected; to each other, biologically. To the Earth, chemically. And to the rest of the universe, atomically.

A circle has no end.

The world is so round, friendship may encircle it.

Since the world is round, There is no way to walk away From each other, for even then We are coming back together. Some distances, if allowed to grow, Are merely the greatest proximities.

Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.

I AM THE CIRCLE AND THE CIRCLE IS ME.

I wonder how it is that we are all connected despite our tremendous differences.

that we are truly not alone in this, that our veins are absolutely strings tied to other people’s kites, that our lives are that connected. That my butterflies are never gone,

Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of love.

You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect.

We are all woven together in the great web of humanity, and whatever we can do to benefit and uplift others will reflect in blessing upon ourselves.

Love is a circular emotion that surrounds you, like a hug. Or a noose.