We cannot help ourselves- we are caught up in the spinning of the wheel by virtue of the very fact of our existence. We spin, right along with the atoms of our substance, and with the planet on which we live. We clatter down roads of this life-dream as loudly or as softly as our temperaments require, and sometimes we sing out loud, or whisper, according to our fortunes.
From ancient times into the present, beings have gazed into inner space, even as they have contemplated the heavens, experiencing visions of the working of the universe.
The experiences of living may make us feel as if we are at the mercy of fortune, or swept along by the currents of time. Only at the center of the spin can we begin to grasp that the center is inside ourselves, and that the still point is everywhere.