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I carved a circle on the ground to search for a new path to go home, I carved a circle on the ground to find where destiny is bound. I stand on the circle time and it keeps taking me around and around, there is no end to this puzzle because the circle is unbroken. You cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart because there is no point where it starts; you cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart when the Persian calendar and the Babylonian calendar use sexagesimal number. This circle is a binding force that keeps pounding at you, you go to the grocery store and the shopkeeper keeps asking for more. You go to the concert hall and you have to put up with a terrible brawl, and then the agitated guest keeps stepping on your shoe, pacing backward and forth without a single clue. The circle is everywhere but you have nothing to fear; the circle is everywhere and if you go to the top of the street and take the right angle it will lead you back to the left angle. It is the radius that keeps us together and the arc that connects and mystifies our mind and a visual subdivision that connects us to the land. The Babylonians made a gift out of it and the Americas find it hard to accept it, the British and the Germans are catching on but the Russians and the Chinese are still wandering, moving around in a 360 degree circle The equilateral triangle is in there too watching and talking about me and you .The Babylonians have everything on you from crock-pot to a table mat and from a bicycle to a tricycle. You have to examine your circle for every piece of evidence that you can find will clear my name from the grape vine. The circle is big and it can see you from the hill it is moving in different direction and mapping the minute particle on the land. Your country is a dot on the map and the circle is all that you have got’, sometime the circle goes on a long ride and the decimal point is all you can find. The subset is made of two overlapping circles. and right in the middle is where they place the bet. But the design on the library floor will take you through the final door, follow the circle.

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