In what way? What other way can there be, but watching it? The seasons go round and round, the calendar, the days of the week. Electrons, atoms, molecules, whirlwinds, hurricanes, ocean currents, galaxies, all turning. History rising and falling and rising and falling, going around and around, rediscovering the same things over and over again. Women's hemlines rising and falling, along with their shoes and their hair styles. Everything turning, always moving away, then back, around and around.

In what way would I not experience this truth?