All of us, or so the saying goes, are made of stars. Our skin, blood, bones are all formed from stardust: the revenant atoms from the furnace-like hearts of long-dead stars. For those miraculous few decades that we hold our mortal shape – before those atoms zip off somewhere else to form something altogether new – each one of us is yoked to the heavens and the sublime infinitude of space. This thought provides one of the starting points for leading cosmologist Roberto Trotta’s new book, Starborn: How the Stars Made Us – and Who We Would Be Without Them.

It is clear how the stars ...


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