Every point on the edge is the same distance from the centre. Thatís what my uncle tells us. There is no top or bottom, no head or foot. Just a circle. And heís telling the truth.

Where heís lying is in the implication. No seat is to be greater than any other, but still he holds the power. The rest of us are subservient to him.

My mother and I see what has come of his rule. We see his failure clearly. The others do too, but they would not speak of it. He has allowed his emotions to bring ruin upon us all.

I am no one in particular. I am just another point on the great, never-ending edge. The edge that has neither beginning nor end. But the time has come. The winds have changed. As my uncle falls, I rise. Some one needs to lead the circle.