What if you could draw a circle around your whole life, as though you were some giant dragging your walking stick behind you, pulling it through gravelly dirt, just to see if you could? How wide would your circle be? Would it even be a circle? Could you then, do you think, make yourself stop and put down the stick and instead just walk that one cleared line, slowly, deliberately, as though in some sacred meditation, tracing its uneven curves, stopping, turning, peering every so often to look far into its center, trying to take it all in – all this you’ve known, all this life you’ve lived – suddenly right there in front of you – held within this fragile line of your own creation?
And then, oh! How your senses deceive you! And what at first seemed fixed and touchable, is miles away and fathoms deep and still changing – yes, always-and- ever-still-changing!
A vista so vast – leaving you breathless, in awe – yet still wondering, always wondering at the beauty that is one’s life . . .