Thursday, March 04, 2010

Bubble up for safety, we're going for a ride!

"Well, we can't all travel by bubble!"
--Elphaba the Wicked Witch of the West,
to Glinda the Good, Wicked
It's said in a rather arch manner in the musical, and it always gets laughs. But it's set me to wondering: what would it be like to take a journey inside a soap bubble?

First, of course, there'd be the issue of getting into the bubble successfully. You might, say, stand on the ledge of a grand, solid bubble ring, its surface shimmering with soapy liquid, and be "blown in" by a burst of air which simultaneously forms the bubble around you.

You'd be enclosed in a translucent rainbow orb, its colors constantly shifting and sliding around you like a dot of oil on rainy pavement, and perhaps for the first while you'd be too busy just enjoying the beauty of it, or giggling at the oddness of your distorted upside-down reflection. But eventually you'd settle down a bit and have a look around outside. There'd be plenty to see and hear -- bubbles would no doubt let in plenty of light from above and sound from all directions, and they'd be virtually noiseless travel (no engines or moving parts to make a racket).

Bubble travel, like a visit to a used bookstore, would have to be recognized as an unhurried pursuit. Bubbles don't move as much as they meander; the wind takes a bubble wherever it will, and the bubble offers no resistance. But I'm convinced that the more willing you are to surrender to its quirky wanderings, the more you'll enjoy the journey -- and the more likely you are to arrive, not just at the place you wanted to go, but the place where you truly need to be.

You'd know your journey was nearing an end as the fragile skin of the bubble began to evaporate, slowly losing its place in the material world as it became progressively less shimmery, more ephemeral, then scarcely visible. And then, just as you might step gracefully from the moving stair of an escalator to the stationary floor below, you would alight effortlessly at your destination with a scarcely-audible *pop*.

The Munchkin welcoming committee option would, no doubt, cost extra.

3 comments:

PG said...

I love this idea! I will think about it tonight as I am falling asleep.

You've been delving into the ancient archives of my blog; I'd forgotten about those posts! Our little front garden looks the same though, fit for nothing but weeds. There goes the neighbourhood.

Soozcat said...

I often wish there were an option for blogs to be read easily in chronological order, oldest posts first. You miss a number of things by going about it the way I suspect most people do -- just stumbling on a particular entry, being taken by it, and continuing on from that point.

In any case, it occurred to me that I'd missed quite a few posts on your blog, and so went back to the first one and have been working through slowly. Hope you don't mind too much. :)

Never apologize for your garden! It's lovely, and you've got something to show (and occasionally eat) for your effort.

LDahl said...

My word verification was "moutorb"!
I guess that says it all.:)))
Fun post!