For most of the world, it’s just another day, another field to tend, another cow to milk.

For one horrified mother, it is the worst day of her life. She knew this day would come, that it had to come, but not now. Not today.

He is her child, her only child, a miracle child in the face of the vow she made to Hashem in her youth, a vow that she would never know a man’s intimate embrace.

But now, like a dream, she has known his embrace, his fingers, his toes, newly formed, his hungry cries, his tears.

Her heart breaks, like a fissure deep to the earth, like a fissure that cuts through space and time. The sun goes dark, as it should. Her world will never know light again, not as it once did.

The relationship between God and man breaks, shattered like a thick cloth ripped in two. And, the relationship between God and human beings breaks. And, it starts anew.

Again.