Happiness is superficial. It is peripheral, and momentary due to its dependence on events and circumstances. Lukewarm feelings evaporate as quickly as they appear without leaving a living imprint for any creativity. Pain on the other hand has depth, thus all creativity emerges from it; may it be music, sculpture, painting, or poetry. Any art form has capacity of allowing one to merge with existence, but it isn't imperative to reach depth through silence. Amrita's Reflections comes from such a childhood, which was in the midst of a space, where nature was premier. Trees, bees and flowers...