Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly. For the most part, people do not know they will live their lives over. Merchants do not know that they will make the same bargain again and again. Politicians are unaware that they will shout from the same lectern an infinite number of times.
Parents treasure the first laugh from their child as if they'll never hear it again.
Lovers making love the first time undress shyly, show surprise at the supple thigh. In the world in which time is a circle, every handshake, every kiss, every birth, every word, repeats precisely. Inc. All rights reserved.