There are no things. There are only words. The Divine Words of Creation.
The words become fragmented, their letters scattered.
Only then are they called things; for scattered, they have no meaning.
Words in exile.
If so, their redemption lies in the story we tell with them. How we reorganize fragments into meaning, things into words, redefining what is real and what is not, and living life accordingly.
Life is in the interpretation of the words G‑d gives us.
Reframing Huh? Run that by me again. "There are no things -only words." Did you ever try to walk through a brick wall? This sounds like mystical gobble de gook. If G-d is every thing and every where - where is there room for you and me? I suppose you would have to invent "tzim tzum" where G-d contracts Himself. Can we just leave this to the unanswerable mysteries of life. No human can either understand or define G-d. We live in a finite and once expanding universe that is now contracting upon itself. When finally losing all motion the molecules will come together and "boom" another "Big Bang" will start the whole thing over again. If you so wish - G-d planned this and another miracle is born.
This is my attempt to meld religion and science without resorting to unintelligible verbiage.