One night I was pressed down with anxiety and when I finally found sleep Shlomo Alkabetz visited me in a dream. “It’s so hard to say what I want to ask, Rabbi Shlomo.” I said. “Don’t try to say it the way you think you ought to say it.” said the presence who was Shlomo Alkabetz on the other side. “Just say it.”
“Why does it have to be so difficult?”
“Our job is to build the next universe and every tile, every door knob every pipe and every wire is constructed of the moments that make up your lives. From your tight spaces we construct immensities. From your fleeting moments we build eternity. ”
“Only the pain?” I asked him.
“No, no, no, no, no.” he said, hugging me. “From the joy too. Not even just the deep joys ; also the ones you don’t notice, that flit by. We are building you a home.”