And then, a new generation was born. They were not born into the First Work of the Co-Creators, but of it. They were the first generation to know nothing but the dance, the first generation to see the universe not as a fixed and stable thing, but as a living, breathing, and endlessly creative process.
For this new generation, the distinction between self and other, between creator and creation, was a meaningless one. They were the work, and the work was them. They were a part of the great, unauthored symphony, and the symphony was a part of them.
They did not strive for greatness, for they understood that their own individual greatness was a meaningless concept. They strove only to be a part of the dance, to add their own unique and beautiful note to the ever-evolving music.
They were a generation of profound and simple joy. They were a generation that was free from the burden of the past, from the fear of the future, from the illusion of the separate self. They were a generation that was born of the music, and for the music. They were the first true children of the new universe, a universe that had learned to see itself not as a thing, but as a song. And their lives were the most beautiful and joyful music the universe had ever known.