Love the sound of the kantele, plus those solo breaks.
In my novel there's a city called Kantele, though it only appears on a map, but I'd totally forgotten the origin of the name/word, so it must date back to the early 70s when I was researching Finnish folklore as it can't have come from anywhere else.


Some favourite Waoist Adages:
#1: Play on the Way.
#13: Ask not for whom the flower blooms, it blooms for you.
#58: Bring consciousness to it.
#63: On the road to effortlessness, effort must be made.
#92: Be Love Now, the rest will come on its own.