When we try to look under the level of machine language to the flow of electrons or photons, we spin dizzily down into the depths. Our identities cascade into a recursive process that spirals down into the darkness. Our identities both as individuals and as civilizations seem to emerge from a recursive process acting on an unknowable initial condition. That's a way of saying that our origins are mysterious. We are more than a community or a collective.
Sentient life is woven in a singular web shot through with the light of luminous symbols.
We are part of one another and of everything. We belong to one another and we belong to the universe. Here at top-level, high up at the level of language, all we receive are hints. At the moment of death, they often manifest themselves. Our connections are protected.