I mean it’s only a prompt, just a matter of interpretation.
I remember a time when my handbag was the most sacred object I had. Do not open it, do not explore the contents, it is none of your business. It was quite well organised as everything in the handbag was nobody’s business but my own. This was all before I realised that a computer was much better than a handbag. It was not such a death trap. Many was the time when I opened my own handbag and found the uneaten remains of a bisuit, a few paper clips, even ball point pens which has lost their insides many months before and were floating around loosely in the handbag compartment. The refills had begun to lose their inky interiors, discolouring the lining of the handbag, and there were a few springs floating around. Springs? I was not so sure about that, but I believe they somehow belonged to the inside of the pen.
Anyhow, that is now all a thing of the past. My handbag only now contains a purse and a camera. It is no longer as sacred as it was, but is also no longer as interesting as it used to be. It was once an adventure to open my handbag and find an array of mysterious contents, which even I was doubtful about their origins. Now I have discovered the cyber world. That is not just sacred, but fobidden: sealed with many passwords and programmes where only I have admittance.
There is also an iPad, and a Kindle as well as an iPhone. The iPhone is not on the photo as I had to take the photo with the iPhone. It used to be “hands off” with the handbag, but now it is hands off my electronic gadgets. They are very versatile and remain at home in their own special places. I also have a second computer, which is just as sacred as the one in the photo. My iPhone always accompanies me, it is the key to a secure existence, do not touch. It has a secure place in my jacket pocket during the Winter months. In Summer it could be anywhere, according to what I am wearing, but may also be in my handbag. Only I know the insides of these instruments, although in case of emergency I have a list of passwords for Mr. Swiss. I also have a list of his passwords.
It is really just a matter of respect. I would not dream looking for change in Mr. Swiss purse unless I really needed it, and he would not dream of touching my purse, unless he asked first.
Sacred is everywhere, just a matter of interpretation.