At all times, you exist in that holy place, but you do not know it. You attach values, descriptions and attributes to all you perceive, and your mind, being dull and lazy, thereafter discerns nothing but the attributes which you, yourself, assigned to things. In other words, you never see things as they really are, but only as you think they are. You are very comfortable with your preconceived notions. And possibly very bored. In reality, all things are unique and sacred. The very wind in your hair is sacred, as is your hair. Your existence is holy but you do not know it. And, amazingly, you have no curiosity about it; you are too cozy in your dreams.
Notes to myself while reading “I Am That”, P.79, Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj