Circles: rings, self-contained, unbroken, discrete.
Top of the first division,
Bottom of the fourth,
Small pond,
Wide, wide ocean.
Want to change?
Want to move on to a higher torus?
Want to rise?
Then jump.
There is no gateway;
No secret passage;
But neither is there a lock.
Jump!
Jump and move higher,
That’s the way,
The only way.
All it takes is a little nerve,
A little talent,
A little self-belief,
And the will to win.
[The above was first published in A Purpose Strong And Bright.]
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