Speed makes all the difference. Every bubble of consciousness has its own speed. Speed means time - which is why we have different timeframes - and this is also the reason for the constant friction between generations and among individuals. My bubble isn't the same as yours. The content of each bubble of consciousness is completely different from that of another. And what about the shape?! :)
Sometimes we feel as though our emotional speed is identical to and simultaneous with the speed of another bubble, and then time seems to take on a different connotation and speed…
There are happy bubbles that float in the sunny part of the ocean. There are also sluggish, heavy, suffering bubbles that lie on the muddy, dark seabed, where time seems to pass in slow motion - or not at all. :) There are also lucky bubbles that burst out of the stinking mud at great speed and head toward the surface, where they burst with joy after releasing the stale air they contained into the atmosphere… :)
The speed at which your own bubble travels through virtual oceanic space differs absolutely, completely, and unquestionably from the speed of other bubbles - whether they exist or not. The biggest mistake you can make is to try to turn your bubble into a rule for other bubbles to follow, or to mold others' bubbles after the shape of your own. :) You won't succeed - because the speed inside them differs. And the greatest folly and waste of time - or speed - is to shape your bubble after the bubbles of others… No!
And yet… all that can happen - as divine assistance - is for their speeds, those of the bubbles, to become - in a strangely happy and spontaneous way - synchronized. Otherwise, there is no other way for the bubbles to understand one another… :)
What inflates the bubbles - and gives them content and form - is the cosmic wind. Each bubble contains different speeds of cosmic wind, encapsulated and carefully measured. When the cosmic wind inside the bubble becomes similar - in speed and content - to the ambient wind, understanding, awareness, and vision occur… because, until then, there is only a continuous, internal, and monotonous dialogue or monologue that keeps the bubble in its well-defined bubble-like state…
Each bubble carries its own story, alongside other bubbles with different stories - some similar, but others not so much or not at all.
What makes them float - effervescent, joyful, and playful - through the quivering, dreamlike sea is the speed of the various ocean currents through which the sea itself is dreamed…
What separates and distinguishes the cheerful bubbles from the sad ones is the speed they possess within themselves - that is, time - because the sad bubbles slow down the cosmic wind they perpetually contain, endlessly repeating a well-learned mantra: "I am a bubble!"… Which is wrong, because the bubbles don't know that they are simply bubbles (since, after all, it doesn't even matter) - nor are they bubbles in the true sense of the word, except in their monotonous, bubble-like imagination - until they reach the ocean's surface and dissolve, ecstatically and dancing, into the sunny atmosphere… :))
