Remember man that thou art dust, and unto dust thou shall return.
The rather grim Catholic invocation on Ash Wednesday, one of the rare occasions where they veer dangerously close to telling the truth.
We are stardust, we are golden, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden
Joni Mitchell, Woodstock, getting it more right.
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 - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren't created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.
The scientific reality as explained by Lawrence Krauss, in his classic physics lecture: "A Universe From Nothing."
Remember you are stardust, and when you die stardust again you become, you are the universe, and the universe is you. 'Twas ever thus, and forever it will be. So don't worry, be happy, now pass the dutchie on the left hand side.
Dr. Kat's invocation for Hash Wednesday at The First Church of the Presumptuous Assumption of the Blinding Light