I contemplate all the bubbles in the water that come fizzing from the bottom of my glass to die on the surface by the hundreds, perhaps thousands per second.
It is impossible for me to follow just one because they are so fast.
In these crackling bursts, the individual bubble is a fiction; the bubble, moreover, does not see itself as a bubble.
Is there a world where our bubbles of life will leave an impression similar to that given by the above perspective….from which our lives of 40 years, 60 years, 80 years, will appear like a mere sizzle in a campfire ?
A life, a bubble burst among thousands of thousands…
It goes on like this until the water remains still and no one remembers the garlands of bubbles that simultaneously hatched and died.
We can be the one who sees things this way…at once sad, amazed, contemplative
on the ephemeral, beauty, wisdom,
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I dislike the taste of carbonated water. Maybe, the universe lets us fizz and die for a similar reason…
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May you be still, then.
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That is my aim…
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