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...
As long as Sarah lived, there was a blessing on her dough, and the lamp used to burn from the eve of the Sabbath until the eve of the following Sabbath; when she died, these ceased; but when Rebecca came, they returned