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== I want anyone to understand me without me relaying anything. Help me but don't touch. Loser.

Suppose time is a circle, bending back on
itself. The world repeats itself, precisely,
endlessly.

In the world in which time is a circle,
every handshake, every kiss, every birth,
every word, will be repeated precisely. So
too every moment that two friends stop be-
coming friends, every time that a family is
broken because of money, every vicious re-
mark in an argument between spouses,
every opportunity denied because of a su-
perior's jealousy, every promise not kept.

And just as all things will be repeated in
the future, all things now happening hap-
pened a million times before. Some few
people in every town, in their dreams, are
vaguely aware that all has occurred in the
past. These are the people with unhappy
lives, and they sense that their misjudg-
ments and wrong deeds and bad luck have
all taken place in the previous loop of time.

In the dead of night these cursed citizens
wrestle with their bedsheets, unable to rest,
stricken with the knowledge that they can-
not change a single action, a single gesture.
Their mistakes will be repeated precisely in
this life as in the life before. And it is these
double unfortunates who give the only sign
that time is a circle. For in each town, late
at night, the vacant streets and balconies fill
up with their moans.

- Einstein's Dreams, Alan Lightman