I think sometimes on the idea of being made from star stuff.
That every atom of my being was, once, made in a stellar forge. Built up from Hydrogen into Helium and built up again and again until the multitudinous atoms that make me up were shot out into space on the death of that same star.
I am a stellar explosion. I am energy turned to matter.
My brain is a thunder-storm.
Goddamn that is just fantastic.
@Surasanji How do you even know that?
In addition, does it even matter? Atoms are atoms anyway. *You* were never in a star, maybe your atoms were. *You* were not made by a star, but maybe your atoms were.
@Surasanji Yes, but how is that special in any way?
@MOTT It's exceedingly normal for everything on earth and every element we know. That's how it all came to be in the quantities we observe now.
Is it specifically special?
No.
Is it beautiful despite that?
In my opinion, very much so.
@MOTT But, finding and seeking beauty is my personal reason for existing.
There is nothing abnormal about the rain and wind, but how they sound and feel and smell is beautiful to me.
@MOTT Several billion years ago, a star died. When that star went nova it scattered previously created and created elements that make up the building-blocks of nearly every-single thing that exists on this planet. Who knows how many other stars did the very same.
If the parts that make up me were made by a star, am I not also made by a star? Certainly not directly- I'm not arguing that. Directly, I am a creature of biology as we understand it- but also am I a creature of star stuff and scattered heavens.
The history of that star is in me, though. I am a part of the Universe and the same elements that compose my form also exist in the stars.