I left the center for the periphery and beyond.

I had to leave home.

But on the periphery and beyond all I found was the center again.

I now know that I had never left the center.

The journey was the dream of the all-encompassing center.

I’ve always been home all along.

The periphery is the apparent falling-out-of-itself of the center, the circle a homogenous projection of a point.

The point, the dimensionless center, is the total Reality, where everywhen and everywhere is concentrated.

I’m not something in here and in the now: I am the here and I am the now. I am all that there is.