We are made of stardust.

Entirely manufactured from the residue provided by the collapse of a celestial body.

A falling out that spun our entire consciousness into existence.

Humanity was born from destruction.

Yet, what is truly ironic, the silver lining of this tragedy, is that we have a subconscious desire to look back to the stars.

We've been hypnotized by our makers since before we could have ever known.

We've extended our eyes to watch their every move,

Extended our minds to comprehend their existence

Extended our ears to examine their frequencies.

Yet, despite all logic, it was that final extension that revealed the most,

allowed us the most insight into the nuances of our creators.

We discovered most in the sound of the stars.

Who would have thought to look to frequencies for guidance.

Who would have guessed to examine sounds for direction.

Who would have imagined that our ears would provide when our eyes failed us most.

But for some reason, we knew to look to the music of the stars.

We are made of stardust.

Entirely manufactured from the residue provided by the collapse of ancient musicians.

A falling out that comprised the first melodic movement of the universe.

And for this reason, I believe, we were created to sing.