High up in the North, in the land called Svithjod, there stands a rock. It is one hundred miles high and one hundred miles wide. Every one thousand years a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen its beak. When the rock has been worn away, then a single day of eternity will have passed. - Hendrick Willen Van Loon
For us time passes slowly and in the brief span of what we call our life we feel isolated, as if we are everything and everything is us. Torah teaches that this is not so. We are part of a vast fabric of time living in the weave of Judaism. We are part of the universe not the other way around.
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