Outside the Box Thoughts
Oct. 12, 2015
The Goddess of Planet Bubblelandia
The goddess decided it was time to create Planet Bubblelandia again. She had done it many times before. Bubblelandia, because of its unstable nature, never lasted long, but the goddess enjoyed it all the same. So, she set about to create it once again.
Universe prepared, the goddess stopped up the black hole, let lose a stream of warm, liquid planet surface, and added her bubble-creating elixir. Soon the bubbled surface of her planet began to form. Mountains and valleys of bubbles soon rose on Bubblelandia. On most planets, liquids gather in basins or trenches on the solid land surface. But not Planet Bubblelandia. Here, the mountains, valleys and shores floated upon the planet’s liquid surface.
The goddess immersed herself in her world, settling below the bubble lands and mountains. She sighed in the comfort of her creation, even while she knew that its life would be relatively short because the soft sound of degenerating bubbles was already reaching her ears. No matter. She would enjoy Bubblelandia’s warmth and comfort while it lasted, letting her mind wander to other creations she would later put forth in much more permanent formats.
While the muses played with ideas in the goddess’ mind, she also played with her world. Any movement of hers caused earthquakes on the bubble continent of Pangea. Soon it was not one continent, but several, separated by widening seas. With a breath of wind, she could send bubble islands scooting across the sea, separating them from each other, or helping smaller ones join with larger ones. Slight movements created ocean currents that also changed the face of the lands.
The goddess noticed that forces much older than she ordained that surface tension would draw bubble islands to join with each other to form larger islands, or to latch onto the shore of a larger land form. Indeed, it seemed that tiny bubble islands did not wish to vanish alone, but longed to join themselves to something larger, even to the solid edges of the deep-walled universe. Only when the goddess ceased all movement would bubble islands be marooned in the midst of the ocean to pop into oblivion alone.
The erosion of Bubblelandia continued. Mountains withered into hills. Hills dissolved into plains. Lakes, bays, and peninsulas formed, changed shape, and grew wider. Peninsulas broke apart to form new islands in spite of the force of surface tension. Continents shrank into large islands which continued to dissolve until at last, all the bubbles had disappeared.
The goddess reached out, opened the black hole to suck in the remains of her creation. Evening had become night; the muses had visited. And it was good.
The Goddess of Planet Bubblelandia
The goddess decided it was time to create Planet Bubblelandia again. She had done it many times before. Bubblelandia, because of its unstable nature, never lasted long, but the goddess enjoyed it all the same. So, she set about to create it once again.
Universe prepared, the goddess stopped up the black hole, let lose a stream of warm, liquid planet surface, and added her bubble-creating elixir. Soon the bubbled surface of her planet began to form. Mountains and valleys of bubbles soon rose on Bubblelandia. On most planets, liquids gather in basins or trenches on the solid land surface. But not Planet Bubblelandia. Here, the mountains, valleys and shores floated upon the planet’s liquid surface.
The goddess immersed herself in her world, settling below the bubble lands and mountains. She sighed in the comfort of her creation, even while she knew that its life would be relatively short because the soft sound of degenerating bubbles was already reaching her ears. No matter. She would enjoy Bubblelandia’s warmth and comfort while it lasted, letting her mind wander to other creations she would later put forth in much more permanent formats.
While the muses played with ideas in the goddess’ mind, she also played with her world. Any movement of hers caused earthquakes on the bubble continent of Pangea. Soon it was not one continent, but several, separated by widening seas. With a breath of wind, she could send bubble islands scooting across the sea, separating them from each other, or helping smaller ones join with larger ones. Slight movements created ocean currents that also changed the face of the lands.
The goddess noticed that forces much older than she ordained that surface tension would draw bubble islands to join with each other to form larger islands, or to latch onto the shore of a larger land form. Indeed, it seemed that tiny bubble islands did not wish to vanish alone, but longed to join themselves to something larger, even to the solid edges of the deep-walled universe. Only when the goddess ceased all movement would bubble islands be marooned in the midst of the ocean to pop into oblivion alone.
The erosion of Bubblelandia continued. Mountains withered into hills. Hills dissolved into plains. Lakes, bays, and peninsulas formed, changed shape, and grew wider. Peninsulas broke apart to form new islands in spite of the force of surface tension. Continents shrank into large islands which continued to dissolve until at last, all the bubbles had disappeared.
The goddess reached out, opened the black hole to suck in the remains of her creation. Evening had become night; the muses had visited. And it was good.
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