Round Squares

Everything turns, for better or worse, and around again. We see a horizon in the distance, a straight dividing line, yet somehow we return. Perception and experience misalign; two truths both wrong. What’s at the center of all these round squares?

This piece gets at the idea that reality is rotational in nature; limitless spinning cycles all intertwine, and at times seem paradoxical only because we cannot see the whole. Perhaps at the center (or is it past the periphery, or both) is the pure love of kindness, connection, and recognition of oneness. 

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