I hear you.
The story of Nicodemus is one of my favorite stories of the bible: the elder, respected member of society who finds himself dissatisfied with his life sneaks off to find greater truth. When he gets to the teacher, he is told that, essentially, everything he has known and lived must be re-formed, regenerated, renewed, refreshed, re-birthed.
From a later verse: The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh or whither it goeth. Like the music: I'm not sure where it comes from, or where it goes, but I hear the sound of it.
