Whilst having a bath I noticed the Matey bubble bath which my son had received as a present and lamented the day when I grew out of bubble bath. My point is.. That I didn't. Who has. Yet grandmas stop buying you it. I mean, I buy my own bubblebath now. I'm not too grown up now and demand a boring non tainted water for my bathing. Bubbles themselves are one of the great universal clues to everything. Take the bubble, in it's perfectly formed shape. Much like our earth which at a glance seems like a sphere, it is in fact not smooth. The bubble will also have defects under close scrutiny. Nothing is perfect. Is that not God's will? Only God is perfect( says God, bighead. Vanity not a sin then?).
Have I not told thou already that everything is shit is some way. Am I not also I messenger from God? Does my stomach also not seem to be coming more sphere like? My one day balding head will be another reminder of the sanctity of the bubble.
Lad
Last but not least....
There was a time when I took LSD. ....get over it... and I documented on paler the process that being under the Influence had on thoughts. I struggled to finish one thought, or written sentence, before one thought was over taken by another one replacing it. In never ending circles. The circle of life and repetition was a loud message from my drug addled mind and the circle was hailed as the answer to our existence. The circle is the symbol of everything repeating and repeating. We are here and reproduce our own kind. Time was before and will be after. Our lives are governed by routine and repetition. 
My friends... I give you... The bubble. 

What does it prove?? Nothing..... Another large circle 0.