Like a matching game, each act of beauty uncovers another face of the infinite. Each generation completes its part of the puzzle.
Until the table is set and prepared. Until all that remains is for the curtains to be raised, the clouds to dissipate, the sun to shine down on all our bruised and bloodied hands have planted, and let it blossom and bear fruit.
That is where we are now. We know a world in the process of becoming. Soon will be a world where each thing has arrived.
Tanya, chapters 36–37. See also 19 Kislev 5714:4