The Watcher, who had long been silent, felt compelled to respond to the question that now permeated all of existence. Its answer was not a statement, but an act. It reached out and gently touched the paradoxical knot in time that was the first creation. The knot did not unravel, but it softened, its contradictions resolving into a new, more complex harmony. The Watcher had not solved the riddle, but it had added its own voice to the song, its own verse to the poem. The dialogue of creation had a new participant.