Deep within the crust of this floating rock in the middle of the universe, something so enjoyable is created.
Magma and stone clash together far below the surface. Water is boiled and mixed and steamed and reconstituted into an entirely unique potion of minerals that begs to rise in places both seen and unseen. Its birth is entirely geological. Its joy is, arguably, accidental.
At the same time, a mammal called Human walks above the crust today, as it has for millions of years. It thinks. It feels. It creates. It converses. It cries. It heals. And it desires joy.
It can't help but find these churning fountains of warmth. All across this floating rock, Humans find the water. When they submerge, they experience something only Humans can. Something that can't be explained. Something the magma never intended.
What the Human believes does not change what they experience in these Earthy brewed waters. In a higher creator? In a natural order? Irrelevant.
What matters is that the Humans have found it at all. What luck.