It is the wonder of wonders, indeed!  A stirring occurs spontaneously in the clear field and, in the blink of an eye, a myriad nameforms arise, and histories extend, and forgetfulness of this having taken place sets in, and solidity becomes the norm, and investment in the different stories takes hold, and the dance goes on and on and on, and the naming game expands into form after form, and we talk, and talk, and talk ... until fatigue sets in and deep sleep erases it all temporarily, so that the game of creation can start afresh again with a subtle stirring in the clear field. Wondrous is the power of Mother Maya, indeed!