It’s taken me a long road to get here, but once arrived it’s perfectly obvious: everyone has their own view of what’s sacred. That’s what causes all the trouble. My garbage dump is your sacred land, or vice versa. You can be “rational” and tell me I’m deluded for what I hold sacred. All the while you hold your rationality sacred. We are like mirrors to one another, with left and right transposed.
You cannot remove the sacred, you can only replace it with something else. You can’t critically examine your own attachment to the sacred—precisely because it’s sacred.
I must tread softly here, for I’m dumping my explanations on your sacred land. But you and I contain a sacredness magnet. Just as a newborn goose chick thinks the first moving thing it sees is its mother, and automatically attaches its mother-magnet to that, so we behave too. Except that we are more fickle. The sacred is what we’ll go to war in defence of. Metaphorically, or literally.
Was it the holy thing which called to us? And can we say that what called us in the voice of God? No, because our magnet was ready to stick fast to something. Whatever that something, it’s now sacred in our eyes.
And if we can truly open our eyes and unstick ourselves, what changes?
a wayfarer’s notes 
Hullo! very interesting way of looking at it: a sacred-ness magnet. I look forward to reading more. Best, rama
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See also my post “Man Creates God“