14. The Eternal Loop

I once tried to draw a straight line across a blank page. I imagined a beginning, a middle, an end. But the pencil wavered. It curved. It twisted. What began as a line became a spiral, a motion without conclusion, a path that refused to stop.

Perhaps all lines are like this. Even when we imagine them straight, our lives, our stories, our ambitions, they eventually bend, fold, and loop back upon themselves. There is no true end, only continuation, repetition, and growth. Every line carries traces of the past, hints of the future, subtle twists that we cannot predict.

The universe is full of lines that never end. Galaxies spin in loops that stretch across light-years. Rivers wind endlessly across continents. DNA coils in repeating helices, carrying the blueprint of life forward. Even human thoughts spiral, revisiting old lessons, replaying memories, echoing emotions. Nothing truly stops; everything continues, folding in on itself.

Life mirrors this geometry. Plans fail, relationships shift, endings appear, and yet, the spiral returns. Every goodbye is a precursor to a reunion; every dusk carries the promise of dawn. Time loops. Growth loops. Love loops. Memory loops. We are spirals moving within spirals, forever tracing infinite curves that connect us to ourselves and to the world.

I close my eyes and imagine all the lines I have drawn in my life. They twist and fold, intertwine and expand, creating patterns that will never be complete. And I realise the beauty: the line never ends because it was never a line to begin with. It is a spiral, infinite and alive.

Lines do not end. They continue. They spiral. And we move within them, tracing the infinite motion of existence.