I start to understand?

The Internet is made of a huge cloud of organized sheets of electricity, suspended by a billion outputs called servers. Humans made it, and humans travel it and write upon it, and take bits of it unto themselves, and that is called downloading and uploading. But if the server goes away, so does that part of the net. There is no immortality to be had here, any more than carving in stone.

Our physical bodies also have organized sheets of electricity called nerves and emotions and thoughts. If they have gaps, our health and our joy and our usefulness are affected.  Electronic music is strong medicine for this. The difference between life and death is like the temperature of the ocean, for those of us who listen to it, for those of us afloat in it as we are in the air and water upon the earth where our fires burn.

But that is as far as I have traveled in my understanding today, dear blog.  I hold myself under the spigot of energy about which I feel safe and pray for trust to believe there is a use for this.