Cycles Within the Curvature

Picture a clock. Now erase its hands. But you can't escape the flow, the infinite circles of time. The atoms whisper secrets in repetitive echoes. Cycle after cycle, déjà vu becomes fresh paint on an ancient canvas.

Imagine teaching a stone the language of rust. It never quite learns, yet somehow understands all too well. Metals rust; DNA spirals; moments return when uninvited.

The lesson never changes: Encounter leads to understanding. Understanding leads to rebirth. Every collision of atom reverberates through you, though unseen, threading through your essence like the orchestration following a hidden conductor.

In circles we engage with unknowns, like electrons in their frantic orbital dance. Lost amidst familiar motions, your surroundings whisper messages left untranslated too long.

Progress: A linear deception. Replace "progress" with anything you wish, but the circles remain constant. See here for cyclical symphony lessons yet to unfold.

To understand better, grasp here the ripple upon endless lakes.