Every time you wear this reminder, you carry the cosmos with you – literally.
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You are a walking miracle made from actual star explosions. Not metaphorically. Literally. The calcium in your bones, the iron in your blood, the carbon in your DNA – all forged in the nuclear furnaces of ancient stars. You contain about 7 octillion atoms that are billions of years old.
This isn’t beautiful poetry. This is verified astrophysics and biology and still it’s almost impossible for our brain to fully make some meaningful concept of it. And yes that is natures poetry.
We are literally stellar material that became conscious enough to contemplate its own origins. From everything we know, we’re the only species in the universe capable of this. We are the universe looking at itself.
So here’s the thing that should catch your attention: if we’re all made from the same cosmic explosions, why do we live as though some humans matter less than others and literally act like there is no tomorrow regarding our only habitat, earth aka pale blue dot?
Your left hand contains atoms from different stars than your right hand. You share stellar ancestry with every person on this planet. We are literally cosmic siblings, all of us – every human who has ever lived or will live.
We live on earth that circulates around a star among 400 billion stars in this galaxy alone, each probably with planets. Yet as far as we know, we’re alone. This tiny rock floating in infinite darkness might be the only place where stardust became conscious.
It’s a funny thing, at its core, it’s not humans arguing with each other. It’s stardust arguing with stardust about who deserves to matter. None of us are perfect, and yet each of us is a miracle simply for being born.
Let’s be crystal clear – We are capable of choosing to destroying ourselves and our planet. From all we know right now, that could destroy all meaning in this vast cosmos. We might be the universe’s only chance to understand itself.
What more do you need?
So here’s what can you do:
Go talk to someone, stranger, friend, whoever. Look at them. Actually look. Then ask yourself and them: if this really is the only place where stardust became conscious, what kind of humans should we be?
We are literally the cosmos becoming conscious.
Act like it matters.
CMOTHR – we’re all just trying to figure it out as we go