Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human"?
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.
The amazing thing is that every atom in your body came from a star that exploded.
We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
You are all stardust.
Forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.
You couldn't be here if stars hadn't exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution - weren't created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.
Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: you are all stardust.
My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you.
It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: you are all stardust.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff
There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.
We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.
We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man had been called.
Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.
There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine.
Once I got into space, I was feeling very comfortable in the universe. I felt like I had a right to be anywhere in this universe, that I belonged here as much as any speck of stardust, any comet, any planet.
or simply:
