There is an outer world and there is an inner world. As deep as you penetrate, as high as you reach, there is always something breathing inside.
The outer world is made of things. Breathing inside the things are words.
Words are the outside. Inside the words are stories.
The story is the outside. Inside the story is a thought.
Thoughts are the outside. Inside the thoughts is a great light.
At the origin of all light is the beginning that cannot be known.
The outside we can touch and come to know.
The inside—we must wait and be still, so that it may speak to us.
As it did at Sinai. As it does whenever we learn Torah with all our heart and soul.
Maamar Gal Enai 5737.
The light shines brighter where the Torah puts out its beautiful words that resonate in every place. Words become letters of light, not only burning in our beings, but surrounding us like giant halos glowing near and far. It seems our beings are lit like fires that put off sparks to places that are far. We cannot forget the TORAH and allow the pages to be unopened; we must fall in love with the TORAH and keep it
open to spread its beauty every where.