The mind naturally turns outward. So when someone comes along and says, “The kingdom of heaven is within you,” the mind is, like, “What?” But there it sits: You are not in the universe; the universe is in you.
How appears the world to a man whose heart is full of joy?
We briefly move about on the uppermost layer of a glowing, spinning sphere suspended in the still-expanding vastness of space.
Did you arrange this? Or anyone you know?
Your plans for the day?