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March 16, 2008
I think that each of us are contained in a bubble. If we let anyone get too close, push past the surface, breach the oily exterior of our bubble, then we might just burst, consumed in flames of our own pain and rejection. The bubble must remain impenetrable or it will cease to exist.

But what if we arenít bubbles? What if we are webs, intricately interwoven to form connections, threads reaching across open space and bridging gaps.

Or what if we need disruption? What if we need to let the bubble burst in order to learn how to feel?