When He had finished His world, complete and whole, each thing in its place, the earth below and the heavens beyond,
. . . it was then that the Artist signed His holy name, a stillness within the busy painting, a vacuum in time, a pocket of silence within the polyphony, so that the Infinite Light could kiss the finite world, enter within and grant it life.
And He called that silence Shabbat.[…]
Source: The Signature