There is no part of the human body, nor of the air we breathe, nor the warer we drink, that did not come from the heart of a star. Whatever else we are, we are all made of star-dust and nebulae and the void-that-is-not void, the un-named nations between suns.
We cannot know where our souls go when we die, but if our bodies' origin and ultimate resting place is the endless, bright universe... then how much better must the place where the rest of us goes be?
We are, every last one of us, miracles and miracle-makers.









feel free to do either of those things anytime~
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Mexican artists
Davo [link]
Elsevilla [link]
Megaween [link]
Nekochan [link]
Sergevirus [link]
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ZeN and the Destruction of the Art
ZZZeNNN Gallery :[link]
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