I love being made of stardust and chemicals and elements. I love being able to look at a bug or a plant or even the fucking dirt and say, “I’m related to you. You’re related to me. We’re made out of the same stuff!” I love being able to look out into the stars and having the ability to know that I come from them. I love looking at an amoeba or a virus or bacteria and remembering that I came from them, I was them once, a long time ago. I love looking at the water and recognizing that it is what makes me live, and it is me, and I am it. I love everything in existence because it and I are one and the same, and nothing can change that. We share particles and atoms and energy and sometimes even DNA. I love breathing. I love living. I love *being*. I love everything, and because of that, I love me.













