They say that before lightning strikes, the air will taste like ozone and the little hairs on your arms will all stand up in the static field. Each standing hair is unimportant in its own right. We probably pass through hundreds of electrical fields every day strong enough to pull a single arm hair. But when they’re all suddenly pulled in the same direction, it’s a signal. A divine understatement. Thousands of insignificant little tugs that collectively herald a direct connection to the afterlife or - for the survivors - a bewildered survey of ringing ears, smoke, and blackened skin.
Nice, man. Startling and vivid. Glimpses that suggest a larger picture. Thanks for opening this door for us, and good luck.