A step into this place and I feel enclosed within a bubble… Through it, everything is so limpid. Things are exactly the way I see… pure. No masked faces, no deceptive souls. Reflection, dispersion, all the complex science phenomena seem so effortless for this delicate existence… The rainbow colors spattered on its surface and my world that I gaze through it… so vibrant, so joyful.
This place is a special one too. The edges here are blunt, the heights are shallow, the surfaces are smooth, safe. This place will never let my bubble burst. This place is my home…
… Outside its boundaries, awaits sharp edges, phobic heights, jagged surfaces. The bubble will be pricked, or will fall off. But it will definitely burst… once I am out of this place, out of my home.
Oh!! Wait you foolish sadist, halt your racing happiness. Alas!! Your sadistic joy is totally ephemeral. The bubble will rupture, not the soul within… In this special place, the bubble protected the soul in a special way: care, strengthened its spirit by a special feeling: love.
P.S. Love and care make us soft, NOT weak.
