“What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a…
“What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you. Your first parent was a star.”— Jeanette Winterson, Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles