Our life begins to organize itself around the principle of what life is giving—not what makes us the most peaceful or equanimous or holy, but what makes us most alive—and by extension has us able to love, tend to, nurture, and promote life.
We become more concerned with the concentration of life force in phenomena than what it is cloaked in. Holy or divine is experienced as filled with life rather than dressed in robes. The profane, in Eros, becomes anything which is without life—or deadening—even when it is praised by the masses.
But for this, we need eyes to see for ourselves. Ears to hear. A heart to feel with. We begin to see that the hallowed presence of Eros exists in the most unlikely of places.
In fact, within every arena of life, there is a thread of undiluted life that runs through it equally, from the realms of addiction to the pristine halls of spirituality. No one has the market cornered on life. This leaves it up to us to find it in that particular world rather than relying on the hype.
To recognize we are just as likely to find the Erotically illumined in a pool hall as we are at the Enlightenment Ball.