Made of Stars (and Poetry?)

A long time ago, the first stars - and those that followed - ended their lives in tremendously energetic explosions, creating every single piece of what we are made of, and ultimately leading to you reading this.

Friday, 25 June 2010

Inevitable

There is no such thing as destiny (?). No such thing as what we are meant to do. There is definitely not an activity or profession that fits us. Seriously, just look up, from where we actually came from: do you really think they had any plan for what we would turn out to be?
Posted by David R. S. G. Sobral at 16:29
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