the bubble of life

the bubble of life expands continuously, pushing against the ambient pressure of the outside atmosphere. of course this begs the question, what is outside? inside we know is a self generating desire seeking more and as the bubble expands, it feels to the inner desirer that it is growing and amassing more in its circumference. Is the outside lessened from the growth of this bubble, is there less outside because of this. not discernably, perhaps with billions of bubbles there might be a slight undetectable change in the volume of what lies beyond the edges of the existing universe, but unlikely. and what is the makeup of the internal bubble atmosphere, a self generating machine creating electricity and waste products giving off gasses and liquids, but also a self generating feedback loop of sensations that create the expectation of an external environment that it then conforms to. is there an actual outside to the bubble, beyond the senses and the experiences and the dreams and the uncataloged encounters of the insensate being within? what remains to be expanded into, to create more of what is where there is nothing. a discernible ridge of existence that beyond lies the void, the emptiness the unpartitioned. the bubble grows until it can no longer hold its own weight against the backpressure, and surely a lot of that pressure is from the billions of other bubbles competing for the same space, the likelihood of scarcity driving the unregulated desire machines all around. then the bubbles fade and implode, otherwise they expand until the desire of the generator becomes so powerful, it pushes past the tenuous membrane of the bubble and it leaks itself into the gap and collapses. the external void fills the empty bubbles and there remains nothing and the universe shrinks in accordance, leaving only a vacuum where before a bubbly substance once existed. I live not in the hard cornered streets and furniture of the world but in the formless energy that allows structure to manifest. what is comes not from an outside force imposing itself upon us, but from the sense of ownership and entitlement that partitions off the unalloyed being into parts and pieces. where is the end of the bridge to nowhere? or is there just a gap and a prayer and a collapse that never ends.