When the realization of nonduality takes hold of us, we begin to see that all experience is mystical experience and there is nothing that is not sacred. Peeling an apple is worship, painting a picture is Brahma, feeding a cat is Vishnu, recycling a box is Shiva. Every smile is the smile of the Buddha, every tear, his tear of compassion. We run through the street and Brahman runs on Brahman through Brahman. The One meets itself in every meeting of eyes and every moment of perception. The smell of the clear air evokes waves of bliss and the suffering of the countless beings of the world moves us more deeply than any thought that can be thought and any word that can be spoken.