Chassidus compares galus to a dream.

In a dream, nothing is destroyed. Things are just in the wrong places. People show up where they don’t belong. Time jumps. Emotions don’t match what’s happening. And while you’re inside it, it all makes sense — you go along with it, you take it seriously.

Then you wake up. And you realize: that was completely upside down.

Galus is like that. The world isn’t broken. It’s misarranged. What should be central feels optional. What should be small feels enormous.

Geula isn’t importing something new from outside. It’s the world waking up — everything returning to where it actually belongs.

The pieces are all here. They just need to be in the right order.