Soap Bubble Thought


One of the reasons I enjoy reading and writing is that in the river of words I can forget my body, and the physical existence it entails. Of course, it is only a temporary forgetfulness, from which the awakening, the return to reality – a noise in the street, mother’s voice in the house, a dog barking in the distance – is unavoidably unpleasant. Yet it is a forgetfulness I yearn for every day.

The form, mass, and various parts that make up my body disquiet me. Like you, I have two arms, two legs, a head, arranged in some semblance of verticality. Yet if you think about it, is it not a strange arrangement? Why two legs and not three or four? Why two arms? Why a neck and head? The thought of my internal organs, with their networks of sprawling veins, with their cavities filled with soft textures and liquid darkness further unnerves me. I wish I were made of purer, non-organic elements. I don’t eat meat yet I am meat, and I cannot help it. It is an unpleasant thought.

Better yet, I wish my consciousness were, if only for a little while, inhabiting a butterfly waltzing in a dream of spring, or at least in a painting in a gallery. But then if I were the butterfly, would I not long for an even more graceful form, to be perhaps a bubble of soap bursting in a ray of sunshine, tinged with rainbow hues? How would that feel, I wonder, to be, for a few moments only, a bubble of soap bursting your way out of consciousness? Wouldn’t it be an ethereal way of dying?

But I guess I can be, or rather have been, the soap bubble, right above, when I wrote about it, and that you, too, can be a soap bubble, when you read about it, and, for a few moments at least, forget your physicality by plunging into the river of words…

11 thoughts on “Soap Bubble Thought

  1. A nice thought.
    We just are, but when you think of all the intricacies of being a living thing, its mind boggling and hurts to think!
    At least we can drift away through words.

  2. That’s quite a curious train of thought. Have you read the book ‘The Host’ by Stephenie Meyer? It is a narrative of a soul travelling through different bodies, what we perceive as rebirths. Sometimes I wonder if its true that the souls don’t ever die.

    Ah well, I’ve just been a soap bubble myself now. 🙂

  3. I read/heard once that heat and dryness are what pop bubbles, and that being so, you could theoretically stick a cold, wet knife right through one without bursting it.The bubble; so impervious to seeming violence, and yet so fragile that a simple change in temperature or moisture level sparks the end. Quite magical indeed.

  4. Indeed we are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:13 Written by David. I wonder if he thought about that as he sat in quietness with the sheep asleep.

  5. I understand your thought & your feelings while reading. I feel the same when I go out & take pictures e.g. of nature.

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