We will wake up every morning to the same virtual day. We will read the same story in every story over and over again and again. We may then discover and accept that our very lives themselves are interwoven stories of repetition given more to re- solution than solution. Wendell Berry wrote Within the circles of our lives we dance the circles of the years, the circles of the seasons within the circles of the years, the cycles of the moon within the circles of the seasons, the circles of our reasons within the cycles of the moon. Again, again we come and go, changed, changing.
Hands join, unjoin in love and fear, grief and joy.
The circles turn, each giving into each, into all. Only music keeps us here, each by all the others held. And then we turn aside, alone, out of the sunlight gone into the darker circles of return. If ever they should appear to be so it is a sure sign that something has been lost. The meaning and purpose of a problem seem to lie not in its solution but in our working at it incessantly.