My idea of the human world had grown enormously during the long journey; my idea of the earth had expanded with every day at sea; my idea of the world outside the earth now budded and swelled during my prolonged experience of the wide and unobstructed heavens.
Not that I got any inkling of the conception of a multiple world.

I had had no lessons in cosmogony, and I had no spontaneous revelation of the true position of the earth in the universe.

For me, as for my fathers, the sun set and rose, and I did not feel the earth rushing through space.

But I lay stretched out in the sun, my eyes level with the sea, till I seemed to be absorbed bodily by the very materials of the world around me; till I could not feel my hand as separate from the warm sand in which it was buried.

Or I crouched on the beach at full moon, wondering, wondering, between the two splendors of the sky and the sea.