Love it or hate it.

For some things there is no in between. Take windchimes and you quickly see what I mean, even better, hear what I say.

The sound of the chime is a gentle nudge, carried on wind that echo the dream of our being, pure as the time it become.

It can drive you quite mad, if you want, but only if you insist on listening, and in hearing the meaning over and over...

...and over again, some come to reason and some just remain. Some go mad and others flow. Like Zen I suppose...