The profane forgets the sacred. That is what makes it the profane.
The sacred embraces all, including the profane. That is what makes it the sacred.
The sacred and the profane are not two actualities. Not like table and chair, or pen and paper. Nor like two different places like New York and Paris.
They are like the true and the false. Reality and illusion. There is not a true world – one filled with truths – and a seperate false world – one filled with falsehoods. There is only one world, that which is real. Illusions are illusory mental states which are part of reality. They are not truthful mental states of a world consisting of illusions.
Truth seeks out all, including illusion, and embraces all with a common consciousness. Illusion resists aspects of reality, creating boundaries where there are none, and lives within those boundaries as if it were simply accepting how reality is.
The profane says: “The world is just like this, of divided, limited beings struggling for survival. Not an issue of whether I like it or not. Not about my preferences. It is just a matter of reality, just how things are. We have to make do and live as best as we can in this world of egos clashing. I am an ego, and egos look out for themselves. It is just what we do. This is just reality.”
The sacred says: “The world is just like this: whole, all embracing, without an other.”
The profane affirms itself by justifying limits. The sacred affirms itself by simply being.
The profane views the sacred with apprehension, with distrust. Or even sometimes, with longing and with desire. The profane views the sacred as the other, an illusory or a real other. Through this othering of the sacred, the profane affirms itself.
The sacred views the profane as itself, as not other than itself.
For the profane, there is a distinction between the sacred and the profane. For the sacred, there is no distinction between the sacred and the profane.
The profane is fear. The sacred is fearless.
The profane is profane. The sacred is sacred.