full circle. . .
From an oft-quoted T.S. Eliot poem:
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
How long does this take to come around to finally understanding who we are? How many rounds does it take before we come full circle? Or maybe life is a series of ever expanding circles?
Another quote that comes to mind is “Utopia is in our own backyard.” But I don’t know who to attribute that to.