Bursting / Ardere

ph salsel, Donidelcielo (Heaven's gifts)

With the bursting of the soap bubbles, our dreams, hopes, and illusions burst— but that's what is called our reality. It would be naive to believe that our realities were not soap bubbles. These realities have the beauty and fragility and seductiveness of soap bubbles. 

This does not mean that they have no consistency and are nothing but chimeras. They are flying spheres, floating clouds, dwindling worlds, gliding balls. Neither are they docked on solid reasons, nor are they making metaphor of a kind of heavenly or divine consistency. 

They are inconsistency clouds that only know time and space, no earth, no sky. Dreamscapes arising from our reason. But this is a kind of reason that can fly.