Remember that you are the descendant of stars, a living host to organisms for whom you will be their ionly house, the universe looking back on itself. You were made of your mothers bones, your breath has been in the lungs of ancient creatures we will never know, and you look up, at the night sky, at stars whose lights have already gone out. You are a thread, a moment, an instant of consciousness within a tapestry of the dark void from which you came and from which you will, in a blink, return.

[Image] You are a descendant of stars