My home is the axis. I am everywhere at once but still I am lost. I can show you the world but you will experience nothing. Sometimes I worry that I will be forgotten as I am simply a starting point for greater things ahead. I wish I could travel in another direction. These circles are tiring. I radiate knowledge from my plump ***-belly, but inside, I know far less than you. I accommodate the whole world, but my shell still fits in your hands. I lodge the scorching swelter of the deserts, but I only feel warmth between your palms. I breathe the icy air of Antarctica, but the only snow that bothers me is the grey blanket that sits on my surfaces when you are gone for a while. My home is simply the axis. I wander all the places but still I am no where to be found.