I once blew a bubble so big that the whole county dropped its petty urgencies and admired the soapy globe. Even now, years later, I still get messages of gratitude stuffing my inbox and, yes, actual mailbox. I’ve often wondered why so many people still feel so strongly about the giant bubble I blew. I think it’s because, for just a moment, my bubble gave them perspective. It gave them relief. It gave them a joy disconnected from their ambitions and identities. I understand why they thank me. I understand why they admire me. I understand all.