Within everything we behold, the Messiah resides, like an embryo waiting to hatch from its egg. In the rhythm of a dandelion dancing in the breeze, in the eyes of the children we raise, in the goals we set for ourselves in life, in the machines we use and the art we create, in the air we breathe and the blood flowing through our veins.
When the world was created, our sages say, the Messiah was the wind blowing over all that would be.
Today, those who know how to listen can hear his voice calling, "Don't give up after all these years!" For the fruit of your labor and that of your mothers and fathers is about to bloom.
Just listening is enough to crack the eggshell.