The world is continuously on rotation. We move in circles, balanced all the while on the line of a gleaming razor's straight edge.
Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I am still in this circle. I am continuing with my life, giving my fool's lectures, living the simple land. How fast, I have grown.
The wheel keeps turning. I have never left the hallway of doors, and I never will. I have never left the silence of Sussex, and I never can. Over there is over here, and over here, I am never alone.
Dipere, elsewhere in this straightforward maze, has been with me all my life. His teachings have told me that.
Good life, but it's almost over.