Katherine. Rock 'n' Roll owns my soul. I sold it to the devil at the crossroads down in the Mississippi Delta. The music, movies, fashion, and people of the past 60 years holds a large place in my heart. Travel the globe with me and we can start our own adventures. Are you ready?
Stars die, and are born, in places like this one — a stellar nursery. They condense like raindrops from giant clouds of gas and dust. They get so hot that the nuclei of the atoms fuse together deep within them to make the oxygen that we breathe, the carbon in our muscles, the calcium in our bones, the iron in our blood. All of it was cooked in the fiery hearts of long vanished stars. You, me, everyone. We are made of star stuff.
Neil deGrasse Tyson, Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey (Ep 1: Standing Up in the Milky Way)