The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.

The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right.

Twelve years had passed, and now he'd come full circle. The whole business had started here, and here it must end. That was simple justice.

Everything comes in circles. [...] The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.

I saw and heard, and knew at last
The How and Why of all things, past,
and present, and forevermore.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.

I AM THE CIRCLE AND THE CIRCLE IS ME.

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

What is meaningful cannot in fact be isolated…. We achieve understanding within a circular movement from particular facts to the whole that includes them and back again from the whole thus reached to the particular significant facts.

It is really true what philosophy tells us, that life must be understood backwards. But with this, one forgets the second proposition, that it must be lived forwards. A proposition which, the more it is subjected to careful thought, the more it ends up concluding precisely that life at any given moment cannot really ever be fully understood; exactly because there is no single moment where time stops completely in order for me to take position [to do this]: going backwards.

I would be as free as air; and I'm down in the whole world's books.

(from: Age Sixty-nine)
There is this circle I walk
that I have learned to love.
I hope one day to be a spiral
but to the birds I'm a circle.

I have seen myself backward.

That is when I understood the magical meaning of the circle. If you go away from a row, you can still come back into it. A row is an open formation. But a circle closes up, and if you go away from it, there is no way back. It is not by chance that the planets move in circles and that a rock coming loose from one of them goes inexorably away, carried off by centrifugal force. Like a meteorite broken off from a planet, I left the circle and have not stopped falling. Some people are granted their death as they are whirling around, and others are smashed at the end of their fall. And these others (I am one of them) always retain a kind of faint yearning for that lost ring dance, because we are all inhabitants of a universe where everything turns in circles.