Did you know we're all made from stardust? You, me, your father. All of us. Our atoms were formed in the stars. Not the stars you can see now. The older ones. The ones that went nova and turned into dust. Our bodies are made from remnants of ancient suns. Of course, you can't look to the heavens and actually see your dad, but one day his physical essence will blow into space, yours and mine, too. And together, we'll make new stars.
I look up at the stars
Hoping you're doing the same,
And somehow I feel closer,
And I can hear you say...
Oh, I miss you. Oh, I need you.
The stars shine down
And watch us live
Our little lives and weep for us.
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.
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All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities I hat have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.
– Ever since Plato, all of them – Aristarchus, Hipparchus, Ptolemy — they have all, all, all tried to reconcile their observations with circular orbits. But what if another shape is hiding in the heavens?
– Another shape? Lady, there is no shape more pure than the circle; you taught us that.
– I know, I know, but suppose – just suppose! – the purity of the circle has blinded us from seeing anything beyond it! I must begin all over with new eyes. I must rethink everything!
When you look at the stars, you get a feeling like you don't know who you are. Like you know more about out there than you do down here.