Baleful red eyes, beware Satan, for he is the Adversary, that's what the word 'satan' means.
Salvage your soul, oh, I beg your pardon! Not salvage as if it's some unworthy wreck, but salvation, these words are just so similar.( But why are you in need of salvation to begin with?)
Places of worship are holy, books given by the Divine are holy, Man created in the image of God is holy(But doesn't that give God a form? Doesn't that turn us all into God(s)?), preachers that spread Creation's words are holy.
But who decides who and what is holy? If people say that they themselves are holy, it'd be unthinkable, inconceivable, just like Creation was before the Creator came along. If people call each other holy, then it begins to make sense. A holy man should recognise others of his, rarely her, kind.
So who decides what is holy, or rather, indicates it? The Spirit of things, the Holy Spirit, surely. So, to turn things into sacred, the Spirit must dwell there, since we all know how those that communicate with the Divine are really treated, so the Spirit must stay. Bottled Faith. Accumulated Faith that we can all use, take. Bottled Holy Spirit, It must be pleased.
(Bedlam, oh Bedlam, protect us from the night.)
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The image used in this photo is from the Milk Grotto in Jerusalem. Artist unknown (at least I couldn't find it), and is fair use.
© Guy Shalev 2003.