When the holding of the sacred pushes that being in the moment to a place other than being, displacement, then the sacred has become 'other' and in that 'other' there can be no sacred. When that which is my own sense of the sacred displaces or is displaced, then the same has occurred. There can be no sacred in that which displaces presence. Presence and being are that which is sacred. To be in presence, to be ... there is sacred. And it is all and every and in all and every. In that delight, can a child find sacred in a plastic box. Can the elderly find delight in the play of the light in the dimming of the sight, in the moment of clarity in the glass. There is the sacred in every being of moment.
Eclectic - With a hint of pepper