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Humans are stardust. Nothing more Nothing less. We, being stardust, are also energy. So we cannot be created Nor destroyed. Only reborn, constantly. And I think there's something Just lovely about that. I think the reason some of us like the smell of gasoline, Or the smell of a charred grill, Or just things burning, Is because that's what they say space smells like. And think those few of us Who enjoy the smell of gasoline, Charred grills, And burning things, Are those of us who somewhat remember Being nothing more, and nothing less, than a star. And I think the only people who can remember being stardust Are the newest and oldest of souls. Because they're the ones closest to both The beginning And the end. And, while I know it hurts to remember Things you cannot fathom, I think there's something beautiful-- Strangely beautiful. Obscurely beautiful, In having lived so many lives Yet still remembering when you were the very first you. Humans are stardust. Nothing more, Nothing less. We, being stardust, are also energy. So we cannot be created Nor destroyed. Only reborn, constantly. And I think there's something Just lovely about that.
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
On the Topic of Being Stardust.
Humans are stardust. Nothing more Nothing less. We, being stardust, are also energy. So we cannot be created Nor destroyed. Only reborn, constantly. And I think there's something Just lovely about that. I think the reason some of us like the smell of gasoline, Or the smell of a charred grill, Or just things burning, Is because that's what they say space smells like. And think those few of us Who enjoy the smell of gasoline, Charred grills, And burning things, Are those of us who somewhat remember Being nothing more, and nothing less, than a star. And I think the only people who can remember being stardust Are the newest and oldest of souls. Because they're the ones closest to both The beginning And the end. And, while I know it hurts to remember Things you cannot fathom, I think there's something beautiful-- Strangely beautiful. Obscurely beautiful, In having lived so many lives Yet still remembering when you were the very first you. Humans are stardust. Nothing more, Nothing less. We, being stardust, are also energy. So we cannot be created Nor destroyed. Only reborn, constantly. And I think there's something Just lovely about that.
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
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