There was never a time when the world began, because it goes round and round like a circle, and there is no place on a circle where it begins. Look at my watch, which tells the time; it goes round, and so the world repeats itself again and again.
But just as the hour-hand of the watch goes up to twelve and down to six, so, too, there is day and night, waking and sleeping, living and dying, summer and winter.
You can't have any one of these without the other, because you wouldn't be able to know what black is unless you had seen it side-by-side with white, or white unless side-by-side with black.
Alan Watts, The Taboo On Knowing Who You Are
More literally:The world begins at no time; it goes round like a circle (which begins at no time).
This is like how a watch (which tells the time) cycles. It has an hour hand that goes to twelve and goes to six.
Like this, there is light and dark, warmth and cold, life and death, existence and nonexistence. Each of these being seen causes the other to be seen.
I lived twice after my suicide
In the future or the past, I can't decide
Which one I hate the most
My body has become a sacramental host
Was once the son of god, but still unemployed
Offered up salvation, surrendered to the void
Perspectives crushed
I might be living in two places at once
Deerhunter - Adorno
Altered in Photoshop to straighten the bottom half of the text; original here.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Edgar Allen Poe - The Raven
How soft your fields of green
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song