Cosmos — - Carl Sagan

The cosmos knew itself. And it was good.

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood—all were forged in the hearts of collapsing stars.” Cosmos - Carl Sagan

And the stars—those ancient, patient, star-stuff furnaces—did not answer. But they did not need to. The answer was already in her blood, her breath, her bones. The cosmos knew itself

Her grandfather, Theo, had been a fisherman who never finished high school, yet he read like a scholar. And there, beneath a dusty skylight, she found it—a worn paperback with a galaxy swirling across its cover. The title read Cosmos . She opened it, and a loose page fell out. In her grandfather’s shaky, beautiful handwriting, one sentence was underlined twice: But they did not need to

She took a deep breath. The air was mostly nitrogen from ancient volcanoes, oxygen from the breath of prehistoric algae, and argon left over from the birth of the Milky Way. She exhaled.

And then she thought of the final pages of Cosmos , where Sagan wrote about the Voyager spacecraft—how it would sail through the silent dark for billions of years, carrying a golden record with greetings in fifty-five languages, the sound of a mother kissing her child, and music from a planet that had only just learned to look up.

“We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean,” Sagan wrote. “We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.”