• Life, what is it really? My dad tells me that we might not really be living a life. That we are just beings made from stardust, and that we were created by The Big Bang. It that true? Are we touching nothing? Am I not pushing the keys on this keyboard here? Am I not sitting in this wooden chair of mine? I'm confused. Think about it, your made of stardust, you may not be touching the chair your sitting on while reading this, and now you might be confused yet intrigued. Life. What is it really?