Then your edit would be to replace "stand in a cold, silent, unfeeling cosmos" to "stand as part of a cold, silent, unfeeling cosmos." -- except that we are the warm, noisy, sentient part. Hmmm. What else would you change?
Well, there's a basic philosophical difference between "come out of" and "come into." "To come out of" implies that we are all connected to the fabric of the universe, and thus we are all connected to one another and to every other living being in a very fundamental way. "To come into" implies that the universe exists independent of us, and that we happen to occupy an infinitesimal part of it for an infinitesimal time. One is a philosophy of connection and the other of division. I don't know that either is correct or incorrect (or if it even makes sense to talk about which is "right", as existence doesn't lend itself to logical inquiry very well), but, for whatever reason, I prefer the former. In the former, the cosmos could never be said to be "unfeeling." Therefore, I don't wish to change the statement, but rather challenge its assumptions.
I suspect there are some cultures (including historically earlier ones) in which the connection to the universe is embedded in the collective consciousness and/or unconsciousness. There are also some individuals whose presence almost creates an awareness of connection to the universe. This conversation reminds me of Thoreau, who said here: I prefer the former
I prefer "to come out of" the universe as well. I prefer to imagine I am connected "the fabric of the universe" rather than deposited into it. This relates back to the original sentence regarding connection and your statement that a feeling of connection "is all anyone really wants."Men frequently say to me, "I should think you would feel lonesome down there, and want to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days and nights especially." I am tempted to reply to such — This whole earth which we inhabit is but a point in space. How far apart, think you, dwell the two most distant inhabitants of yonder star, the breadth of whose disk cannot be appreciated by our instruments? Why should I feel lonely? is not our planet in the Milky Way?