Though the eye cannot see it, 
nor the ear hear it, 
nor the hand touch it, 
the Creative Harmony, none the less, is very real. 
It dwells at the threshold of becoming, shaping and forming what will have shape and form though itself, remaining formless and without substance. 

So subtle is the nature of the Creative Harmony that, while working, the mastercraftsman does not perceive it as it overtakes him, nor does he notice exactly when it recedes. [1]  
Yet, once realizing the essence 
of this ancient harmony, he knows the harmony of his moment; it expresses itself through him.


[1]   When I begin a picture, there is somebody who is working with me. Toward the end, I get the impression that I have been working alone - without a collaborator. 
Pablo Picasso, 1935