In a little New England community stood a quaint church.  And in this small church, set in a corner, was a weathered upright piano.  And in this piano lived a community of mice.  The mice listened to the sweet music that came from their dwelling week after week, all the time believing it came from an Unseen Player that created the lovely melodies they so loved.  One day, an intrepid, curious mouse climbed up into the darkness of the piano.  When he returned, he announced that in actuality, it was taught strings that produced the melodies.  Years later, another mouse ventured up into the piano and returned to proclaim that it was hammers that hit the strings that made the piano play.  The mice, in their new found knowledge and wisdom, now only thought fondly of the Unseen Player as a myth because they now knew that it was the hammers that filled their home with music.  All the while, the great Unseen Player continued to play on the weathered ivory keyboard.

                    ­ Author Unknown