Kernel Of Corn

I feel like a “ kernel of corn” every morning. You see , I wake up , go out , look at the sky and billions of stars and I tell myself ( not 400 but enough times) that I am star dust, I am the universe and the universe is in me. Then I go in and start worrying about Mundane logistics, get lonely and anxious about the future. There is a disconnnect between knowledge and wisdom which I trying to fill by associating with the wise people ( this group) and trying to know it in my cellular being rather than just in the head.