The Universe is not out there externally. Cosmos is within each of us.
The older I am, the more I feel that the cosmos is within each of us and is not something external. After all, we are all space dust. We live on a rocky planet made of cosmic debris. Earth orbits around the Sun, and, without a shadow of a doubt, it is located in Space. That’s why we all, including our environment with tones of plastic garbage at the forefront, are the cosmos. I sometimes wonder about things like “natural” ways of doing something. I see it this way: we call something “natural” that was not made by humans (e.g. when we walk in the forest or swim in the lake, river, or sea). When we go to the small villages surrounded by nature, we consider it a “back to nature.”
When we are in a city entirely made of concrete, asphalt, glass, and plastic, we somehow feel we are in an artificial environment.
Of course, I am not an exception. I also feel the same issue. When I return from Warsaw to my beloved parents living in a small town, Brok, I also feel as if I will return to nature (Brok is surrounded by a large forest, including primordial parts of woods). Living in cities is like living in a processed by us, humans, environment. It is still cosmic debris and dust. Even if we changed something (e.g., we make concrete from cement, air, water, sand, and gravel), it is still a mix of primordial ingredients from the Universe.
That’s why we can easily live in “artificial and processed” places like cities and still feel good there. We feel good because everything around us is the cosmos de facto, and this cosmos is within each of us all the time. After all, one popular science theory says that primitive life forms came to Earth on, e.g., an asteroid.
