This is a philosophical frenzy, where the very notion of motion is up for debate. Is it the smooth, flowing curves of a freshly squeezed juicebox, or the jarring, stop-and-go traffic jam of a Tuesday morning commute?

Explore the Paradoxical Jazz subpage for more on the relationship between motion and music, where the notes flow like rivers and the beats are like, well, traffic jams.

Or, if you're feeling particularly existential, visit the Nothing Is Moving subpage, where the meaning of life, the universe, and everything is reduced to the sound of a dripping faucet.