In the beginning of all things, which may not have been a beginning, but rather a continuation of an unending cycle of beginnings and endings, there lay, on the altar of ephemeral transience, a moment captured by none other than the unseen ether, ever vigilant and ever transient. It must be noted, for the sake of clarity and for the benefit of the one who is perhaps lost in this labyrinthine discourse, that moments are to be considered as wisps of smoke in the wind, elusive and slippery.
"Verily, when you approach the circle of stones arranged in a pattern of unknown significance, consider the thoughts which have been left unsaid and the words that go unheard."
When one finds oneself in the presence of these stones, which might, depending on one's perspective, appear as mere rocks or as ancient sentinels, one must proceed with caution. For the stones, indifferent to the plight of humanity, do not care for the intentions of those who gather around them. It is advisable to contemplate the structure of the circle, perhaps measuring the distance between each stone with an imaginary ruler, as the ruler you seek is not an object of physical manifestation but rather a concept that exists in the mind of the beholder.
The act of measuring these distances is not merely a task to occupy idle hands, but a sacred ritual that has been performed since times immemorial; a time when time itself was not divided into the arbitrary segments that modernity insists upon. It is said that the rhythm of the universe can be apprehended through this practice, and yet, it must be stated that this rhythm is subjective and may differ significantly from one observer to another.