It says in the prayer book that You “Renew Continually the Work of Creation”, but you don’t. I go to sleep every night and I wake up every day and there it is — the same old Creation. Sun and moon, work and t.v., mother and wife, enemy, stranger, and pal. Where’s the continually renewed creation I’m promised? Where is the new?
Hang on, said G-d, it didn’t say I renew creation. It says I renew the work of creation.
Uh-uh-uh. Don’t be smart. What do you think that means, to continually renew the Work of creation?
That you are continually working to make creation anew?
I’m working? Like hauling bricks from uncreatedness so it doesn’t all go to pot?
Think some more.
Okay, the person who does the work of creation is me! You are continually giving me new jobs in order to make creation new, and I have to do them.
Very good. Every moment you have a different job.
And what’s my job now?
Obviously, to understand what it means that I continually renew the work of creation.
Great! I did that. I’m done. Now I can finally rest.
Done with what?
My job of understanding.
That ‘s not your job anymore. That was last moment’s job.