There are no things. There are only words. The Divine Words of Creation.
The words become scattered and we no longer understand their meaning. Only then are they things. Words in exile.
If so, their redemption lies in the story we tell with them. Reorganizing noise into meaning, redefining what is real, and living a life accordingly.
BASED ON LETTERS AND TALKS OF THE REBBE, RABBI M. M. SCHNEERSON
From the wisdom of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, of righteous memory; words and condensation by Rabbi Tzvi Freeman.