A temple has been raised, magnificent in stone and gold, and the answer that comes is that a presence will dwell there perpetually. This is what makes any place holy. Not the grandeur of the structure, but the living awareness that inhabits it, the eyes and the heart that abide there always and never look away.
You too are such a house, built up over years into a form. Yet the form is not the sacred thing. What hallows you is the presence that dwells within, the awareness that has always been here and never departs. When you stop identifying with the building, the personality and its story, and rest in the one who abides inside it perpetually, you come to know yourself as a dwelling place for something timeless.