“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.”
She took a deep breath. The air was mostly nitrogen from ancient volcanoes, oxygen from the breath of prehistoric algae, and argon left over from the birth of the Milky Way. She exhaled. Cosmos - Carl Sagan
Ariadne lay back on the weathered wood of the pier. The book rested on her chest, rising and falling with her breath. “The cosmos is within us
And the stars—those ancient, patient, star-stuff furnaces—did not answer. But they did not need to. The answer was already in her blood, her breath, her bones. The air was mostly nitrogen from ancient volcanoes,
She looked up. The sky was clear, scattered with points of ancient light. For the first time, she didn’t just see stars. She saw ancestors.