Following his most memorable expedition, author/pyschonaut/anglophonic gentleman Aldous Huxley wrote to a friend to express his overwhelming realization that love is the primary and fundamental cosmic fact.
Everything happens spontaneously and yet a belief persists that we are doing it. Does the heart beat or the liver function or the sun burn itself into oblivion because of something we do?
How appears the world to a man whose heart is full of joy?
From what you are doing. From de-Vices.
Cosmos: the Greek word for harmony.