et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem;
dissolvit ut glaciem.
rota tu volubilis,
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
fero tui sceleris.
mihi nunc contraria;
semper in angaria.
hac in hora
cordae pulsum tangite!
quod per sortem
mecum omnes plangite!
just like the Moon
of changing state,
now is hard
now caresses us
with its games of the mind;
it melts them like ice.
you revolving wheel,
your position is evil,
your favour worthless,
you press upon me too;
now for sport
my naked back
bears your wickedness.
The good wish of Fate
is now against me;
all are bound in servitude.
In this hour
touch the beat of the string!
Because by lot
she strikes down the brave,
all lament with me!
It has been said that the only motion is a circular one, time will tell. The cycles of Nature turn like
immense wheels, from the cycles of the Sun, Moon, planets and stars, to the cycle of water and
the physical elements of life in the biosphere. However, no order is perfect in the physical world,
the Moon slowly spirals away from the Earth and the Sun itself will come to an end, destroying
the Earth, but in doing so, it will seed outer space with the atoms it has constructed through its
nuclear labours. Maybe, in time, the matter of the Sun and the Earth will become part of a new
star system, with new cycles of its own. The Universe itself, a great machine cycling like
clockwork, will run down and its cycles are expected to cease and its matter and energy to be
consumed by black holes, processed over immeasurable aeons, and then ejected as a cold,
disorderly soup. Will the chaos and darkness win then? Or will the cycle of Universal birth and
growth begin again? Only time will tell. Perhaps only the Child knows.
You emerge once again at the portal dolmen, where your journey within the journey began.
Only know, an uncertain span of time has passed, for it is a cold winter's morning and frost
covers the stones and the mist freezes.
You begin to make your way down the mountainside. It is freezing cold and you can't afford to
spend a night on the mountain without shelter. The mist makes progress very slow. The rocks
and tree roots are iced and slippery.
|The Cycle of the Stars
Celestial cycles of eyes of fire
The Cycle of the Planets
Wheels within wheels
The Cycle of the Seasons
Renewal by rebirth
The Wheel of Time
Echoes of the distant past
The mountainside seems to stretch downward forever. Down through the cold mist you meander
in and out of trees, careful of rocks and tangled roots and all the time the cold sinks deeper into
you, but at least you are out of the freezing wind. Scarcely a leaf remains upon the trees. How
long as it been winter here?
It seems as if you have been walking for hours, and still the frozen forest has no end in sight.
Apart from your own footsteps, as you step upon crisp and dry, fallen leaves and brittle twigs
only the occasional crow or rook cawing in lament pierces the silence. The land is barren and
the Sun is unable to pierce the haze with more than a soft white glow. Suddenly, you notice a
blue light shining softly through the mist, then intensifying to a brilliant orb that hovers through
the air, moving slowly and effortlessly through the forest: