Like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning in an ever spinning reel,
Like a snowball down a mountain,
or a carnival balloon,
Like a carousel thats spinning running rings around the moon,
like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
The world is like an apple whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
-Legrand, Bergman, Bergman

My 'ead feels like a windmill!