I saw a photo the other day that was extraordinary. I’ve included it in this post. It is a high-speed photograph of a bubble bursting.
The bubble seems to explode in a linear fashion moving from the point of finger impact toward the back of the bubble. The photo captures a little more than half the bubble in shatters, although still holding its shape, while the back is still intact as a half of a glistening globe.
To me the symbolism is profound. It is endemic of some of the things I believe about life and spirit.
Notice the shattering of the bubble into hundreds of elongated strands when the pricking finger compromised the integrity of the containing shape.
I think our essence is like that.
Once the bubble of life ends, our spirit remembers everything we ever were, in every lifetime we’ve lived. Our divine identity exists within the oneness of shape and in the unconditional container of All That Is.
The personality of our current lifetime does not continue as a singular identity when the outer container dies, although it is included in the collection of lifetime experiences. It is our divine identity that quantifies our spirit and is forever omniscient and embraced within the divine bubble of love.
Where did all this come from? Enough soul searching.
I’m off to the mundanity of golf.
Have a great weekend.
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