The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff
When a man undertakes to create something, he establishes a new heaven, as it were, and from it the work that he desires to create flows into him... For such is the immensity of man that he is greater than heaven and earth.
We are part of this universe; we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts, is that the universe is in us.
Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?
I think we are worlds compressed into human form.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
You're not something that's a result of the big bang. You're not something that is a sort of puppet on the end of the process. You are still the process. You are the big bang, the original force of the universe...
We are, each of us, a multitude. Within us is a little universe.
The Universe is worked and guided from within outwards.
An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.
I can only gaze with wonder and awe at the depths of and heights of our psychic nature. Its non-spatial universe conceals an untold abundance of images which have accumulated over millions of years of living development and become fixed in the organism....Beside this picture I would like to place the spectacle of the starry heavens at night, for the only equivalent of the universe within is the universe without; and just as I reach this world through the medium of the body, so I reach that world through the medium of the psyche.
Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.
The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.
It is not so much that you are within the cosmos but that the cosmos is within you.
When you feel expansion of your consciousness, that is the most ecstatic experience possible, because suddenly you are the whole universe. Stars are within you. The sun rises within you and sets within you. The earth moves within you. The flowers blossom within you.
Master of the universe is every man's potential insight, cosmic potential.
You believe that you live in the world, where in fact the world lives within you.
As Popa penetrates deeper into his life, with book after book, it begins to look like a Universe passing through a Universe. It is one of the most exciting things in modern poetry, to watch this journey being made.
There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.
And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
A poet is a world enclosed in a man.
When we look within ourselves with psilocybin, we discover that we do not have to look outward toward the futile promise of life that circles distant stars in order to still our cosmic loneliness. We should look within; the paths of the heart lead to nearby universes full of life and affection for humanity.
Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house, a world; and beyond its world a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you: build, therefore, your own world.
In Sufi terms, there are two very interesting notions of transcendence. One is to gaze out at the universe and to comprehend that what you see out there reflects what you are. The other one is to look inside yourself and recognise that the universe is present there.
