Walt Whitman wrote "I Sing the Body Electric" to celebrate the physical life and all that Transcendental jazz.
Plato's cave was a place where prisoners believed the shadows on the wall were physical objects.
I myself gave up a science career many moons ago when I took college chemistry, then floundered around in journalism and economics. Friends talked me out of taking astronomy. Thank goodness.

Only when I studied great writers under great instructors did I learn that I existed in a false reality.
I KNEW in elementary and high school that the Great Circle of Navigation was a lie, that the Atom theory was ridiculous, and that many of my teachers were clueless pretenders.
I had heard of the aether but never tried to connect the idea with conventional physics which separated matter from radiation.
Much later, when I ran across gnostic creation myths, I came to think of reality as an " emanation" from another dimeneion.
The hologram projection which was/-is transmitted through Mount Meru at the North Pole.
Pardon another stroll down a literary source, but I am reminded of a sci-fi novel, The Mote in God's Eye.
Because that's how I see reality. Like teeny motes of dust or whatever that sparkly stuff is we sometimes see dancing in light coming through a window
Maybe a better word is the "atom" but NOT that nucleus and electron shell structure I rejected decades ago.
Maybe "particle" can be taken to mean the smallest unit of the aether. Maybe that's the basis of David Wilcock's book, "Source Field Investigations."
Electricity is one manifestation of it. Radiation, matter, plasma, and intelligence are other forms by which the aether constructs our physical world.
This is not an original theory. But finding a source that expounds it clearly...... still looking.