"Hoyle, the great astronomer, in his very fine science fiction: 'The Black Cloud', Master, says a thing that sounds peculiar to me."
"Indeed? I am glad to hear that you have such an excellent choice of joy-giving leisure-time literature. The solution in the book is a real shock to the reader, yet, every later reading, while fully aware, makes just as pleasant reading. But what is your problem then?"
"It says that our appreciation of music has really nothing to do with sound."
"Well, it is true. As with all ideation, once the physical stimuli have touched the outskirts of our nerve system, the sensors, it is the neural impulses that do the work, though, even they, physical as they are too, can only function to carry a pattern for inducing an idea, appreciation thus.
Appreciation, ideas, are not in the eyes, ears, skin or tongue, nor in the nerve system, yet the physical signals from outside stop there. See it now?"
"Yes Master, I know my Way now. Even the nerve system is but a tool for Mind, like a computer."