BLOW AND BURST: The Big Bubble Theory

One day, while playing with bubbles, you magically conjured up this perfect bubble. It's bigger than usual, and it's actually lasting longer than all the rest. In awe, you stare, tunnel vision on that one magical bubble. In amazement, you stare, head cocked to the side. You want this bubble to last forever. There's bound to be one bubble in your entire existence that will do that, right? You drew a breath…

And suddenly it pops and for a horror of a second, all you see are the trickles of that beautiful bubble. You are left with no bubble in sight, and what excitement you felt, what love you had for that bubble, was replaced by a shattering realization and confusion. It's gone. What happened to the bubble? Did I do something to make it burst? Is it coming back?

No more bubble. Just empty nothingness in front of you. How long will it take for you to realize that the space you're staring at, where the bubble once was, is anything but empty? How many miserable days will it take for you to realize that the air you're not staring at is actually what makes up the bubble?

The sooner you realize that the light matter inside the bubble is the same exact thing as what's on the other side, the easier it would be to reconnect yourself to everything there is and isn't. When the finite bounds of that bubble is gone, don't cry little one.

The universe is one big bubble you know.