THE CHILD OPENED HIS MOUTH,a great wind rose up, an irresistible gust swept Markandeya toward the mouth.
Despite himself he went in, just as he was, and dropped down into the child's belly.
There, looking round, he saw a stream, trees, herds of cattle.
He saw women carrying water, a city, streets, crowds, rivers.
Yes, in the belly of the child he saw the entire earth, calm, beautiful, he saw the ocean, he saw the limitless sky.
He walked for a long while, for more than a hundred years, without reaching the end of the body.
Then the wind rose up again, he felt himself drawn upward; he came out through the same mouth and saw the child under the fig tree.
--- from the mahabarata