Understanding the inner universe

 I wonder.

The simple notion that there is a universe inside each of us seems difficult to get across.

Or, that, to know it, one turns inward.

That it reveals itself is really the most difficult to understand, let alone accept.

Or that our biases and preconditions, built up so carefully over the years, colour and even block revelations.

Or that its rules are different.

After all, we're so used to the idea of struggling to attain things in the external universe. Of adding to our minds. Relinquishing is tough. Especially ideas and concepts, of ourselves in relation to others.