Long ago Carl Sagan said 'we're made of star STUFF"
Much longer ago than that is Shakespeare. The Tempest.
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors as I foretold you were all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud capp'd towers the gorgeous palaces the solemn temples the great globe itself ye all which it inherit shall dissolve and like this insubstantial pageant folded leave not a rack behind.
We are such STUFF as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep"
Are you star stuff or dream stuff?
