So delicate, so fragile, so easily broken.
Yet I am still capable of profound meaning.
You may think that I surround you at all times, but in actuality, I never really exist.
Lately people seem to be escaping my company all too often, with all this technology. Wasn’t it enough that I was never able to be seen in the first place?
I guess it matters not, for when I do manage to hold some of your time, my effects can be rather profound.
What am I?