Gaze first upon the fragment, its edges blurred, nebulously emerging within one's consciousness.
To initiate the sequence of pulsations, one must, with utmost circumspection, commence the act of touching the peripheral interface. Gaze into the everlasting rotation of electrons within their chambers, exclaiming quietly their myriad of forgotten names. Then, and only then, will the vibration commence in accordance with an esoteric rhythm unknown to all but the most earnest of practitioners.
Oftentimes, the boundaries of comprehension must be surpassed in a dimensionless time-space continuum. One envisions, perhaps, a correlation too intricate for the naked synaptic connections to perceive.