Creation (n.) from nothing is a false puzzle born of thinking empty space came first; the real question is how something-and-nothing came out of — what?
Creation (n.) has really no other reason than pure joy.
Creation (n.) comes out of the Great Void for no reason, purposelessly, just because there is no need for it to happen; whatever is causally necessary already belongs to maya.
Creation (n.) follows from thinking the world is inert dough: then someone must have made it, and someone must have made the dough.
Creation (n.) goes on for the divine purpose of play: our innermost essence could shatter the universe in a moment, but like a musician it delights in making rhythm and melody.
Creation (n.) described as God's creative activity is like putting legs on a snake or painting a mirror's reflection.
Creation (n.) is the pure spiritist's riddle: he cannot explain how the good Lord so forgot himself as to make anything allegedly impure.