Have you ever heard Joni Mitchell’s song, “Circle Game”? The chorus goes like this.
“And the seasons, they go ‘round and ‘round.
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We’re captured on the carousel of time.
We can’t return, we can only look behind from where we came.
And go ‘round and ‘round and ‘round in this circle game.”
The passage of time freaks me out, people.