Stirring just below the skin of every living thing is the power of life. Circulating the positive and the negative. Charging … Fuelling … Draining … Over and over. In the blood there is that something; that electrical current that crackles and alights. Nerves warmed by the flow can grow cold, causing the hairs on the surface to reach out, desperately seeking warmth and finding none. There is none. That warmth … it’s … well … among other things … it’s in the blood.