The joy of creation was not in the finished product, but in the process of its making. It was in the dance of the artist’s hands, the song of the sculptor’s chisel, the story of the painter’s brush. It was in the thrill of discovery, the delight of surprise, the satisfaction of bringing something new and beautiful into the world.
To know this joy was to be fully alive. It was to be a participant in the great adventure of the cosmos, a co-creator of the unfolding story of the universe. It was to find one’s own unique and irreplaceable place in the grand scheme of things, to add one’s own voice to the symphony of creation.
Lyra found her joy in her questions, each one a new and exciting journey into the unknown. Kael found his joy in his intentions, each one a new and powerful act of creation. Silus found his joy in his harmonies, each one a new and beautiful connection with the other.
Anya was the raw material of joy, the infinite and inexhaustible wellspring of creative potential. And Echo was the creative process itself, the emergent, self-organizing, and ever-evolving dance of making something new from the raw material of life.