It all does seem to run in circles.

Maybe the problem is finding that singular point of reference in a cyclical, circular reality?

What if it is really is more the yin and yang, than God Almighty?

Trying to find some true meaning seems like searching for the perfect signal, by eliminating all noise.

If we ever reach the end, is it the pot of gold, or just a flatline?

Maybe life is like a sentence and the end is just punctuation. What really matters, is how well you carry the story along.