1.2) Dust In The Wind

When I reduce the infinite to five stories, that's all you're seeing. Just points strung together in the night, to tell a story. Just constellations.

A 300 year-old Skidi Pawnee Indian star chart. Via Emilia Pasztor

If you know that you were made in the same crucible as Christ, as the stars themselves, then your perspective becomes different. Rather than thinking about what makes you different, you think about what makes you the same. We, they, it all come from the same place. Everyone you love, everyone you hate, every object inanimate, they were all born of the same mother, at the exact same time. We're all cosmic cousins.