Why do they call a harmonica a harp?" The Bearded Man mused. Although he'd long been a fan of the instrument, he just didn't see the connection. Little did he realize, as he gazed out onto the crystal waters of Mykonos (you know, *before* it was overrun by tourists), that the answer was right in front of him. His first thought was that it had something to do with angels. If that were true, it would mean that the angels were mighty lonely on their clouds, as he'd never heard anything but somber, thought-provoking melodies from the device. "Nah, that can't be right," he said, "because if there *was* a heaven, it would be a non-stop party jam 24/7 right? -- no time for contemplation or melancholy." Just then, an island breeze picked up, and he began to hear haunting, inhuman tones coming from the distance. On the coast, he could see what appeared to be a harp alright, but no one was playing it -- just the wind. He shouted up to Aeolus, the wind god, asking "what the hell is that thing?" Aeolus responded: "It's my wind harp, don't you like it?" The Bearded Man said: "It's alright -- kinda weird though right?" Aeolus: "You're right, I was pretty hungover when I created it. Sorry about that." The Bearded Man: "It's cool. So that's why they call a harmonica a harp?" Aeolus: "Yup." The Bearded Man: "Makes sense to me, I guess." He was lying. It didn't make any sense at all. But hey, that's just the way the world works sometimes -- haunting, mysterious, beautiful, and just plain weird.