Standing here, with this field of view, life is a plain, over which I walk.

At other times, there were rising mountains to climb, mighty rivers to cross, vast oceans beyond imagination, box canyons too. There were meadows and forests and jungles and swamps. There was the calf path and the telegraph road.

Yet, when I focus, and climb beyond myself, I see a wheel, around which I walk, until I am no longer able to move.