"With the end of Yom Kippur," the Lubavitcher Rebbe said, "the congregation dispersed in the light of the moon to their homes, and the synagogue remained empty, but only one man found it difficult to part from the sanctity of the day. He leaned on one of the tables, and began to sing a melody of nostalgia from the 'Song of Honor', known for its uniqueness and sanctity: "I'll make pleasant melodies, and weave songs, for my soul yearns to You". His eyes closed and his soul sang with love, he caressed the pompous words until the door opened and the sun shone into the synagogue. A Jew who forgot to eat, forgot to sleep and forgot to recover from the fast of Yom Kippur. "
The laws of the Torah and the details of the commandments encircle their inner axis,
which is pure love. Quiet love, moving love, love as fire and love as water. The 613 commandments are the 613 streams of love. Even if it sometimes seems as though, we are not really strangers.
We are invited to open our hearts, and to listen quietly to the negation of the secret that is taking place within us. "My soul caveats in the shadow of Your hand, to know every enigma of Your secret".