We are superficial beings densely packed on the fringe of histories in contact.
We’re torn apart by discord from within and rush together when pressure rises from outside,
The balance of the two along with our emphatic bonds encapsulates our collective ego defines how full we are of ourselves.
12th installment in the series of poems inspired by physics (see 1st installment for details). Further information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young%E2%80%93Laplace_equation