“We are the Stuff of stars. And there behind my desk, I seem to be returning to my source, in a quiet way. Recombining with the Stuff of the universe into who-knows-what. And I’ve a heightened respect for what’s going on in the nooks and crannies of my very own room. It isn’t dirt. It’s cosmic compost.”

“We are the Stuff of stars. And there behind my desk, I seem to be returning to my source, in a quiet way. Recombining with the Stuff of the universe into who-knows-what. And I’ve a heightened respect for what’s going on in the nooks and crannies of my very own room. It isn’t dirt. It’s cosmic compost.”

— Robert Fulghum