We are all made of 13 billion year old stardust.
In each and every one of us are particles of stars. A universe lives inside us, and yet, we are also part of a bigger, infinite universe.
We are all just confused atoms, stumbling our way, catching our breath in the axis of time. Following a tesselated pattern.
"Why am i here? What is my purpose of life?"
There is no truth.
There is only physics.