Ultimately, the purpose of all things is not reasonable. It is G‑d’s raw desire to be found in this world in which you and I live. For that He created all things.
Why does He so desire? The question is meaningless. God is not a being of form or definition that He should have a desire by nature. There is nothing for Him to gain or risk losing. It is a desire that He simply desires to have, unreasonably, and therefore intransigently.
And what does He desire? He desires to breathe a soul that is of His essence into a physical body, dressing it first within another soul, an earthly one, one very much a part of this ordinary world.
And He desires that this body and its earthly impulses will obscure and hide the divine soul breathed into it. And that nevertheless, somehow, through all this struggle, that divine soul will filter away the ugliness and refine the preciousness of the body, of the animal driving it, and even of its share of this world.
This is the sanctuary that each person makes in his life, a place where an animal is raised up onto an altar of G‑dly fire. It is here that G‑d is found in all of His primal essence, dwelling in an ordinary world.
And for this all things were made.
I am treading water. My Mom died 2 days ago and my siblings have all been at the apartment where she lived for the last couple years. Mom was a hoarder and it is overwhelming with grandchildren running around in high pitched insistent voices saying, “I want this, can I have it?” The kids are sorting through piles of clothes, canisters of odds and ends, and knickknacks that filled every corner and wall space. Our home was very abusive when I was growing up and then improved for my younger siblings. I have few memories of good times with my mother. I was sick and unable to visit while my mother was sick. She was angry and hung up when I called. Then she didn’t pick up the phone or return my texts. It’s hard to process with my siblings that have had a good relationship with my mother. I am happy for them, but they think it is my fault. Financially, I am trying to float my bills until my job starts. I try to pray, but I feel like a cat hanging from its claws on the ceiling.