Atoms dance to the inaudible music. The cloud jams. The rock jives. Perhaps our music is simply a way of telling ourselves and the inhabitants of the next tree who we are and what we are not. Civilization puts up a brave front, but the surrounding Kalahari Desert has a crushing psychic effect.
Human beings do best in bigger cities, where they can assure themselves of their mutual importance.
We may think that the sounds of Bach and Wagner reach to the heavens, but Africa tells us that they are minor peeps, identifying humans to themselves and to any other creature that might care.