J.R. Johnson

I recently sent a note to someone that ended with these lines, and I thought it might be nice to share. 

We’re all unique collations of time and place, our essence just the latest collaboration of elements that have formed and reformed time and again, star stuff reshaped from single-cell amoebas to a pterodactyl flying high above an unnamed sea to a hominid spraying paint against a cave wall to Leonardo to you. 

And you are special.

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