Japanese people live life purposely so that life doesn’t overwhelm them. This is how they avoid rioting when calamity hits. This is why they clean the stadium after the World Cup. It’s not because they are “good”, it’s because they are “aware”.
Every conscious moment you have is a tragic emergency nesting a miraculous joy.
This objective failure of any Divine Intelligence’s grasp of creative wisdom is as big and as hairy as a coked-up trucker’s thumb. And they eat it.
Sacred places are places where we step out, for a moment, from our grocery lists and cleaning products to examine our relationship with the vastness and inexplicability of it all.