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Every photon reaching your eye left its source before this sentence did, some far longer ago than that.
Ash on a forehead and the elements forged inside dying stars, set side by side without pretending one explains the other.
The Pale Blue Dot photograph and an old Upanishadic instruction, both asking the same question about where possession ends and belonging begins.
Follow one atom from the first light to a human life and back to the dark. Press play, or scrub the thirteen billion years yourself.