There is a similar topic in another realm, yet I will understand should this be deemed extravagant by the Autarch and it vanishes from our awareness.
That said, I find myself looking at Chime's spiral, and contemplating what it signifies. I will admit it still mostly stumps me.
However, I stumbled upon an old song which his spiral reminds me of, and a beautiful rendition of it recorded in the last few earthly years. I figured I would share it here. Perhaps I will do the same, as I stumble upon others for the other deities of our fair City.
Or perhaps they shall choose to share a melody of themselves, to better teach us of their doctrine.
For Chime...
in [url=www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_aVQmhp8yA][i]Windmills of Your Mind[/i][/url], All Angels wrote:Round, like a circle in a spiral,
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel.
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face.
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves returned
To the colour of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind