“We are made of stardust; why not take a few moments to look up at the family album?”
“We ourselves are made of Stardust.”
“Physicists say we are made of stardust. Intergalactic debris and far-flung atoms, shards of carbon nanomatter rounded up by gravity to circle the sun. As atoms pass through an eternal revolving door of possible form, energy and mass dance in fluid relationship. We are stardust, we are man, we are thought. We are story.”
“We are made of stardust, our whole body consists of material that has been here before the beginning of time.”
“If a life can be ruined in a single moment, a moment of betrayal, or violence, or ill luck, then why can a life not also be saved, be worth living, be made, by just a few pure moments of perfection?”
“We are stardust...”