When He had finished His world, complete and whole, each thing in its place, the earth below and the heavens beyond,

. . . it was then that the Artist signed His holy name, with a vacuum in time, a motionless vortex to the constant change, a hollow through which the Infinite Light could enter within and kiss the finite world. And He called it Shabbat.

In each thing there is a Shabbat, an opening that allows life to enter, a desire to receive from Beyond. In each being there is a sense of wonder, of knowing that there is something greater. A something it will never know.

And through that opening it receives life. With that wonder, it opens itself to the Infinite.