I’m not a scientist, I do believe in the Evolution theory but nevertheless, out of all the theories on how the world keeps going, this Hassidic tale makes the most sense to me. In short, there’s a heavy tounged begger who goes around the world, collects all the good deeds, makes them into a melody and sing it to a Godly man who makes a day out of them and brings them to the heart of the world, and because of that the heart of the world can manage to live one more day with her deep longing to the spring of the world, which she can never meet. Like the story of the 36 true Tzaddikim (righteous persons) who appears in every generation, without these good deeds, the world will cease to exist. But in this story Rabbi Nachman add what Malevich added to his black and red squares – the tension of a meeting that would never happen is the secret of life, the secret of time. Makes more sense than the big bang, isn’t it? It is one part of ‘Tale of seven beggars’ by Rabbi Nachman of Breslev, who died before he finished to tell it (he told of each beggar every day until he died after the sixth beggar) I quoted some of it here with a few gender corrections (translation of Meyer Levin):
(…a few men argue who is wiser) And I explained my wisdom to them, saying. “You must know that time does not exist of itself and that days are made only of good deeds. It is through men and women who perform good deeds that days are born, and so time is born; and I am he who goes all about the world to find those who secretly do good deeds: I bring their deeds to the great man who is known as the Truly Godly Man, and he turns them into time; then time is born, and there are days and years.”
So the heart remains longing at the other end of the earth, longing for the spring that cannot come toward it, for the spring has no share in Time, but lives on a mountain peak far above the time that is on earth. And the mountain spring could not be of the earth at all, since it has no share in the earth’s time but for the earth’s heart, which gives the spring its day.
And as the day draws to its close, and time is ended, the heart becomes dark with grief, for when the day is done the mountain spring will be gone from the earth, and then the earth’s heart will die of longing, and when the heart is dead all the earth and all the creatures upon the earth will die.
“And so, as the day draws to a close, the heart begins to sing farewell to the fountain; it sings its grief in wildly beautiful melody, and the mountain spring sings farewell to the heart, and their songs are filled with love and eternal longing.
But the Truly Godly Man keeps watch over them, and in that last moment before the day is done, and the spring is gone, and the heart is dead, and the world is ended, the good man comes and gives a new day to the heart; then the heart gives the day to the spring, and so they live again.
As the day comes, it is brought with melody, and with strangely beautiful words that contain all wisdom; for there are differences between the days, there are Sabbaths and Mondays, and there are holidays, and days of the first of the month; and each day comes with its own song.
“All these days that the Godly man gives to the heart of the world he has through me, (the hard tounged beggar) for it is I who go about the world to find the men and women who do good deeds, and it is from their deeds that time is born, for each deed becomes a melody in my mouth, and from the melody the Godly man makes a day, and the day is given to the heart, and she sings it to the fountain. (…)