Sometimes we go on...2000
Sometimes we go on a search
And do not know what we are looking for,
Until we come again to our beginning
In the beginning (in the beginning of time to say the least)
there were the compasses; whirling in void their feet traced out
beginnings and endings, beginning and end in a single line.
Wisdom danced also in circles for these were her kingdom:
the sun spun, worlds whirled, the seasons came round,
and all things went their rounds: but in the beginning,
beginning and end were in one.
And in the beginning was love. Love made a sphere:
All things grew within it; the sphere then encompassed
beginnings and endings, beginning and end. Love had a
compass whose whirling dance traced out a sphere of
love in the void: in the center thereof rose a fountain.
Robert Lax. Aus »Circus«