The Latin poet Horace talks quaintly of travel as changing our sky. But the experienced wanderer whom Destiny has taken to distant lands knows well enough that he is beholding the same sky, whether it canopies waving palm trees or sturdy oaks. Yet I propose here to show how a man may really change his sky, though it be by a somewhat new sort of travel. Hitherto he has been going outwards to this or that place; I propose that he shall now travel inwards and find that centre whence all places radiate. Then indeed will he see strange sights, for the old sun and moon will fall from their places, and he will behold a new heaven.
-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 6: The Profane and The Profound > # 101