From as far back as I can remember, a simple bubble never seemed "simple" to me.
There were moments of strange conversation I recall having, as a pre-teen, about bubbles and multiple universes. In my young mind, I'd imagined a necklace that God kept with many separate universes somehow strung together. It never occurred to me only one universe existed.
And once, in 7th grade I think, my bubble obsession brought me great humiliation.
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In advanced science class, we were asked if any one of us could possibly imagine infinity. My naivety caused me to raise my hand. A declaration that, yes!, I believed I could imagine it, in some profound way.
I was the only one. They all laughed.
Needless to say, I did not do well in that class.
The ever expanding bubble. With no edge...no beginning...no end...
And to further confound my brain, where did those bubbles at the bottom of a boiling pot of water come from?
To this day, I am baffled.
Bubbles are amazing things.