All bodies play host to an incommensurable collection of tumultuous reactions. This is not a theory I have proposed and need to prove: it is in the history that we so carelessly discard, carved into our souls and recorded in our environment and its environment. When you pore over it hard enough, or maybe not at all, we are everything and nothing. We blur the boundary between significance and insignificance with our existences, and that in itself is a blessing and a curse. Our origins lay in a celestial body, one heart that birthed light; we are recycled to achieve greater purposes and to rest our aching bones.