The Stylogical Map

We Come From Beyond The Stars

Beyond the birth of the stars
We are not made of stardust
Stardust is a reflection of us
In the form of matter
We are not material beings
We are ideas
Unleashed into Nature
Nature is the Mother of our world
Nature is where we come to grow
Nature is where we come back to
When we decide to give birth
To New Form

*I'm not sure what this is about, but I've been obsessing over the contents for years.*