The trash shown above represents all the old mental clutter we have accumulated over our lifetime.
As obsolete and unworthy of our attention it is, it remains there as functioning parts of who we each are.
Little quirks, idiosyncrasies and habits of all kinds can be found in the mess. Trouble is, when we want freshness, novelty, perfection and the like, this is our only viable playground. We conduct life there, usually void of above-standard input.
Every once in a great while things get shifted around and a beam of perfection makes its way through the heap. it seems revelatory, a miracle!
The Infinite is always there, but usually trapped beneath a blanket of antiquation caused by our own neglect.
Imagine your life . . . without that debris.