I take things apart. When I was very young my mother bought me a build-your-own-crystal-radio set. I never opened the box. But one day she brought an old radio home that didn't work and I spent hours taking it apart, piece by piece.
Why Zen? It is just that when you take it apart, there is nothing there, and you realize ah! What I took apart, and the taking it apart, that is not Zen.