Chewing on that, I found a picture in my library, which gave me start on this topic.
Can you relate to it? How do you envision or think about sacred pride or even any kind of ‚selfless feelings‘? Are they - in your perception - different from our ordinary ones in terms of their flavours?
A colleague told me about her young daughter singing in a church and described how she literally melt away and blushed with motherly affection…
Could you differentiate or be more specific on that?