Since everything is made from star stuff. Then that just means stars are made of stuff and we are made of stuff. It’s all stuff.
You matter. Stars matter. Everything’s matter!
Except antimatter. That doesn’t matter.
I mean, if we’re equating our current existence to our atoms’ arrangement at some arbitrary time in the past, then we can also say that all of our bodily fluids were at one point dinosaur cum
You could make a religion out of this
I intend to
Does this religion come with funny hats? I really must insist on a funny hat if I’m to take this seriously.
Sort of. You know those T-Rex suits people love? Our religious garb looks something like a cross between a T-Rex and a tadpole, or as we call them, T-Poles
alas, cumrade. welcome to the club
Moby enters the chat
[Chorus] We are stardust, we are golden We are billion-year-old carbon And we’ve got to get ourselves Back to the garden
Now everybody look under your seat for the keys to your brand new Star Stuff.
Who’s covering the registration fees and taxes, though?! Some “free gift” this whole existence thing has turned out to be.
I often pretend my right hand is Natalie Portman so that makes sense
