Cosmos - Carl Sagan Review

She thought: Every atom in my left hand came from a different star than the atoms in my right hand. My heart pumps iron that once shone at the center of a sun. I am older than the Earth. I am younger than the light from Andromeda.

Somewhere, across the galaxy, photons that had touched her grandfather’s face were still traveling outward at the speed of light. They would never stop. Neither would the carbon from his smile, the calcium from his hands. Cosmos - Carl Sagan

Her grandfather had circled that sentence, too. Weeks later, Ariadne stood on the same pier at dawn. She had not returned the book to the attic. Instead, she brought it with her everywhere—not to worship, but to remember. She thought: Every atom in my left hand

Ariadne smiled. “Ready, Grandpa,” she whispered. I am younger than the light from Andromeda