There are no circles
no perfect center with immaculate circumference
no infinite pi r2
nothing even close.
Instead our lives are oblong at best, dysfunctional cycles of seasons and imbalanced events repeating year after year. zig-zags, jagged fits and starts.
But let's suppose . . . pretend . . . that we live perfect circularity. That the earth orbits an unwrinkled holy roundness. no bumps or jolts for a million daily miles at a cool and steady pace of some gazillion mph's around the sun every day.
What would a perfectly round orbit mean to us? Does it bring perfection to the human condition?
Would it abolish the over-rated yin/yang business? Tip the scales of justice? No more peace/war, affluence/poverty, benevolence/greed, health/sickness, justice/injustice, love/hate. Reason gives way to unreason.
No seasons, but one long springtime bloom, or better yet, springtime's most essent moment, eternal elation sitting upon the pinnacle of everything, constant relentless triumphant climax, pure once-in-a-lifetime orgasmic epiphanies defying gravity rising rising rising, permanent ascent.