MY IDEA OF FUN IS KILLING EVERYONE
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Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded because the elements, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.

...fooookin' profound no?

...fooookin' profound no?


"I want to share my colorful interior, and so to disintegrate this split between the inside and outside: to know my world as myself, to know my surroundings as my loves and joys. To paint, cook, share, laugh, dance. To live seamlessly amongst free and happy animals, happy, free humans, and a free and healthy, happy Earth."
- Sophie Ward.
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