Staring at the stars was like staring backward in time, since some stars are so far away that their light takes millions of years just to reach us. That we see stars not as they look now, but as they were when dinosaurs roamed the earth. The whole concept just struck me as…amazing somehow.
It is difficult to imagine anyone having any real hopes for the human race in the face of the fact that the great majority of men still believe that the universe is run by a gaseous vertebrate of astronomical heft and girth, who is nevertheless interested in the minutest details of the private conduct of even the meanest man.
The man who doesn't know what the universe is doesn't know where he lives.
Your body and your mind can be receptacles to perceive the whole cosmos - if only you do not identify yourself with them.
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?
As long as you still experience the stars as something "above you", you lack the eye of knowledge.
Space has a way of looking. It seems like it has a presence of vision. When you come into it, it is there, it’s been waiting for you.
Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.
If then, at this great distance, our human vision can discern that sight, why, pray, are we to think that the divine splendor of the stars can be cast into darkness?
O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing?
My single pair of eyes Contain the universe they see; Their mirrored multiplicity Is packed into a hollow body Where I reflect the many, in my one.
The philosophy which is so important in each of us is not a technical matter; it is our more or less dumb sense of what life honestly and deeply means. It is only partly got from books; it is our individual way of just seeing and feeling the total push and pressure of the cosmos.
The notion of this universe, its heavens, hells, and everything within it, as a great dream dreamed by a single being in which all the dream characters are dreaming too, has in India enchanted and shaped the entire civilization.
There is nothing in the cosmos, either in the material plane or the spiritual plane which cannot be directly cognized.
The point is that for our ancestors, the universe was a picture; for modern physics it is a story.
