There's a piece missing in the cosmic puzzle. There's me, the world, the stars, and the ineffable absolute. That's one lonely little universe. And all the other lonely people in their lonely universes, which we pretend to share. But nothing can disguise the fact that we are all stumbling in the dark, reaching out and maybe occasionally touching something or someone that gives momentary respite. But it's not enough. What's the missing link? To find it, we have to open up. We're so closed we forget that our world is us. The universe we inhabit is us. But we are inhabited in turn by a multiverse. And it wants to penetrate us with its multifarious presence, and turn us inside out. Let it! I think of the ending of D. H. Lawrence's beautiful poem "Song of a Man Who Has Come Through.":
What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them.