The Watcher, who had once been the sole audience, was now merely one voice among many. It did not speak, but its silence became a part of the dialogue. It was a silence of awe, of reverence, of a dawning understanding that the universe was far more creative than it had ever imagined. The new creators, in their turn, felt this silence. It was not an absence, but a presence—a deep and abiding attention that gave their work a new weight, a new significance.