That’s what you are. Not figuratively – literally. When the Big Bang spat out incomprehensible amounts of matter and energy, some of the initial elements fused into other elements, eventually LEGOing themselves into stars, planets, and now, only a few billion years later, you.
The next time you see Peter Pan and wish you too had a Tinkerbell, remember: You are Tinkerbell. Rearranged stardust. Magic is your precinct, alchemy your vocation. You turn nothing into something every day, and you don’t need permission to fly. All you must do is spread your wings.