“I’m nothing more than recycled stardust and borrowed energy, born from a rock, spinning in the aether,”
“Nothing is real, love is everything, and I know nothing,”
I find this lyric strangely comforting. The first time I heard it I got goosebumps and felt kind of tearful. I think it’s for the same reason I find looking up at the sky at night comforting too; the undeniable realisation that I am but a tiny, minuscule dot in the narrative of the universe. I don’t mean that in a depressing ‘I am nothing’ way, more in the sense that in the grand scheme of everything, the day to day decisions that I make don’t matter at all. I spend so much time agonising whether I’m doing the right thing, “what am I doing with my life,” etc, when really it doesn’t matter. We’re here for such a short time that all that really matters is that we are happy.
I’ve watched a couple of Ted Talks recently about the subject of us being made from stardust, and each one has made me feel different. One particularly good one is by Dr Natalie Hinkel. She talks about how crazy it is that we are here, that we are a ‘mathematical anomaly’. She explains that so many things had to happen just as they did in order for us to be here now, doing what we are doing in this moment.
I’m not going to pretend that I understand all the science regarding the universe and how we got to where we are, the main point is that we are here. Here I am, writing this, sat in a coffee shop with about 30 other people, all with different complex lives and relationships and troubles. I don’t know them, and they don’t know me, but we are all essentially the same; confused jumbles of emotions and love and thoughts squeezed together in these remarkable bodies made from stardust.