What if our physical lives being, as temporal as the soapy sphere of a bubble, are supposed to burst as they reach new dimensions?
What if the shape within becomes one with the atmosphere and divinity without by exceeding its limitations to its expectations of limitless-ness.
We fight for our bubbles. How beautiful they are. And we are more. We are earth and sky; human and divine: spirit and bone and flesh. We simply and complexly are.