I saw a photo a few years ago. It was a high-speed photograph of a bubble bursting.
The bubble seemed to explode in a linear fashion moving from the point of a 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 splintering globe.
To me the symbolism was profound. It was endemic of some of the things I believe about life and spirit.
I think our essence is like shattering for the bubble.
Once the bubble of life ends, our spirit remembers everything we ever were; every lifetime we’ve lived. Our divine identity exists within the oneness of shape and in the unconditional and clear container of All That Is.
The personality of our current life 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? It must be the heat.