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The Infinite Possibility Of Cosmic Dust

The star explodes 

And the star dust has an infinite amount of ways it could go . . .


The cosmic dust

Created by the life and death of a star

Gets scattered across the universe 

Giving birth

To

New stars, 

planets, 

and other celestial bodies 

and is found in interstellar space, 

meteorites, 

and comets.


The star lives and then explodes 

And the star dust has an infinite amount of ways it could go . . .


The space between stars is filled with stardust 

Space is not some empty void, like we assume

Outer space is not some empty, dark, cold place. 

It is full of life

And it is full of potential 


and

stardust from dying stars forms molecular clouds, 

which are the birthplaces for new stars.


The dust from these molecular clouds can form around new stars,

a process that can lead to the formation of planets,

like those in our solar system. 


The star explodes 

And the star dust has an infinite amount of ways it could go . . . 



This stardust stuff—this ‘cosmic dust’—is made of a variety of elements, 

including:

carbon, 

oxygen, 

silicon, 

and heavier elements like gold 

and platinum.


And then there is you and me 

And elements that make up our human body, 

from the iron in our blood 

to the calcium in our bones, 

were all originally forged inside stars.


You,

Yes YOU,

You were originally forged inside of a star. 

So when you look up at the night sky tonight

Remember that


And when you feel stuck or trapped in your life

Please remember,


star dust has an infinite amount of ways it could go . . .



-CH 12/6/25


 
 
 

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