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“To travel a circle is to journey over the same ground time and time again. To travel a circle wisely is to journey over the same ground for the first time. In this way, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and the circle, a path to where you wish to be. And when you notice at last that the path has circled back into itself, you realize that where you wish to be is where you have already been ... and always were.”

Quote by Neale Donald Walsch

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Neale Donald Walsch
Neale Donald Walsch

Neale Donald Walsch is an American author renowned for his series of books on conversing with the universe. His work 'Conversations with God' has had a widespread impact since its publication in 1995. Walsch's books typically explore themes of personal growth, spiritual exploration, and cosmic consciousness. more

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