Grounded
There's this scene off to my right: a glass of water sitting on some black audio equipment I no longer use (and thus has become more a surface to set other things on). There are bubbles in seemingly random places along the inside of the glass. And when when I move my head just slightly side to side, the bubbles in the back seemingly elongate before disappearing – a sort meteor shower in a glass.
Most importantly, the above description doesn't come even remotely close to experiencing it sans verbiage/conceptuality – thereof.
And yet did I spend a bunch of time writing and proofing that first paragraph as though it were some marvel worth doting on – at the expense of experiencing the thoughtlessly amazing.
And for what? The attention of others? Despite knowing the variance in meaning and/or significance of words between independent minds is great enough that maybe one in a million others will come close to visualizing what I described anyway...?
In the grand electrical circuit of life, the internet is clearly ground....