A quiet sadness, a soul is trapped. The body is a thick covering, an insulated jail cell for the bright spark of the Infinite Light. The flame descends, it is submerged into many waters and wide streams. Yet it will never be extinguished, will never be suffocated. The flame always yearns to depart, but it is covered and concealed. Only glimpses come out, a shimmer in the morning and late at night. The soul suffers. Continuous pulling, pushing, too often going in the opposite path, contrary to its nature. The flame yearns to rise upwards. It seeks to illuminate. But it is brought into the deep, murky waters.
When will it come out?
When will the flame shine again in full glory? When will the coverings transform themselves into wings, lifting and rising the Light above the waters?
It will shine brilliantly, chasing away all remnants of what once was. From the dark waters will burst forth a new, unexplored creation:
The Jew will rise and regain its seat of royalty.
