That very first tear that flowed onto your cheek—that one that fell before you became aware, absorbed in thoughts too deep to be spoken, out of the sting of awakening to what this life is truly about and what you have done with it, as you yearned to be not where you are now, not what you are now—

—that tear was real, an unblemished offering. For a moment, nothing else existed, nothing but your G‑d and your naked soul before Him. For a moment, it was all true.

Until, violently, you were jerked back into your world of confusion, once again in the clutches of your ego, remarking, “Aha! A tear!”—and it is as though that moment had never been. So you say to yourself, “It was all a lie. Truth doesn’t pass. Truth is forever.”

If anything is a lie, it is your ego, your imaginary world and its darkness and confusion. All of that comes and passes, never to return. From there, truth will never be born.

But for a moment, a glimmer of truth flashed from the world of truth into your world, achieved what it was meant to achieve, and returned to its source.

All else will disappear. That moment is forever.

Likutei Sichot, volume 17, page 115. Ha’azinu 5728:4.