In the beginning (in the beginning of time to say

the least) there were the compasses: whirling in

void their feet traced out beginnings and endings,

beginning and end in a single line. Wisdom danced

also in circles for these were her kingdom: the sun

spun, worlds whirled, the seasons came round, and

all things went their rounds: but in the beginning,

beginning and end were in one.

And in the beginning was love. Love made a sphere:

all things grew within it; the sphere then encompassed

beginnings and endings, beginning and end. Love

had a compass whose whirling dance traced out a

sphere of love in the void: in the center there
 rose a fountain.

– Robert Lax