The planet spins, with us upon it, and the spinning planet spirals around our sun, which in turn spirals around it's own orbit of the galactic center.
Everything turns, wheeling through space/time, as surely as a cart bumps its way down a cobblestone road, carried by its homely wooden wheels. Whether we view it from the microcosm or the macrocosm, the spinning of life cycles carries us on an endlessly spiraling path down twisting corridors of probability. We travel in both directions simultaneously- toward both inner and outer reaches where distance becomes an almost meaningless abstraction, and focus becomes the axis at the heart of the spin.