A Perfect CirclePure abstraction. Nothing. Zero.
A coin. A ball. A wheel.
The sun, racing along out hereon the edge of this galaxy
surrounded by absolute darkness.
The earth spinning around itpeacefully. A glassy
water drop shattering
into hundreds of translucent beads,each one reflecting the sun.
The pupil of the eye.
The cornea. The retina.The whole magical ball.
Everything. All of it.
Beautiful. Infinite.— Chuck Guilford