behold, my dear audience, as we venture into the mystical world of windmills, those grand sentinels of the breeze, but let me exclude any prepatory doubts you may harbor. for in our journey, we'll encounter edicts of nature that command winds to dance, yet start from the top, where the view is unobstructed and the air whispers secrets of ancient times. now, imagine a no-go zone, a place where our windmill cannot turn, yet this is not a limitation but a marvel of design, ensuring it harnesses the wind most efficiently. see, my friends, the trick is not in making the windmill spin but in knowing where it should stand still.