The sacred is an interface, a phenomenological horizon.
The sacred is the generic and genetic threshold of the mundane. The holy is a subcategory within the sacred. Everything holy is sacred and good. (The unholy is its opposite, and also sacred.)
The sacred as our era’s lack of register is an impediment, not an advantage.
I live a sacred life. I am not necessarily useful.
And the sacred needs staging. It’s theatre. I’m in the staging business.
Maksim N. Vorobiev. Oak Fractured By Lightning. Allegory on the Artist's Wife Death. 1842.
Amen!