Spiral staircases

What is this strong desire to move in circles? I revisit places from vacations, resee artworks that moved me, reread novels to feel again the flavor of their words. Is this reviewing a way of cataloging, closing a circle by putting rememberances in place? Or is it a hallmark of stuckness, a fixation or fear that binds me to the known, the un-put-away, the familiar no matter how it abrades?

Or is it something else entirely? This life, dizzy and delightful, moves in circles that change. These paths and patterns revisit themes, dreams, all our content, always from a different perspective as time moves along. So more spirals that circles, helixing onward. And what if, instead of the patterns we see being placemarkers along the line of that spiral, the constant, compelling and reccuring dreams are the hub we re-evolve around. The strong staff of content coiled 'round by the sinuous momentum of context, the rod of Asclepius the healer. The core ideas, sentiments, Big Work of a life constantly circled, reexamined, reapplied through the mobile mind of a being in growth. Always within reach, always ready with the infinite depth of the past and width of the future.