Picture a mobile that hangs above a child’s crib.  Round and round it goes with the individual pieces rotating in clusters.  All are connected at higher and higher levels until ultimately all points are joined at one anchor point at the top.  It is the only point that does not move.  Is it any wonder the child remains fixated on this mobile?  In the child’s mind, a mind that has not yet learned to put labels on things and see them as separate, his soul knows he is looking at a model of the universe, of himself—a map leading him back to that central anchor point about which all revolves.