You really should read the whole article. I know you don’t click the links (I also know when you’re awake), but this is a lovely, reverent piece about “Kyle” (no, not that one), one of the “demo kids:”
3, 4, 5 minutes into the song. Kyle slips deeper into what is clearly a state of Samadhi; He no longer perceives a space between himself and the game. There is no him. There is no song. There is no guitar.
At 6 minutes in, a small crowd has formed, perhaps 15 of us. His sravaka – his disciples – look nervously at us, absorbing the distractions, protecting him a bubble of calm. There is complete silence. Even my son is staring slackjawed, like he does in church during communion, not understanding the content of the ritual but understanding the tone and sacredness of the space.