A soap bubble floating in the air dreams of being a sphere, swoops toward and through spherehood as it wobbles, vibrates, and resonates with the wind, the voices, the sounds the air carries, the weight of the planet suspended beside it, the movements of the stars.
Two clots of water, alone in the universe, would not be spheres, because they would, however many lightyears apart, distort each other. Eventually, of course, they would probably collide.
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