The Remains of a Galaxy

I was taught to believe that we are all made of dust and ash, but that was false information. You are made of stardust.  Growing up they told me that we're all here for different reasons but to do the same thing. Only we aren't because some are here to live and others are here to  love.  (yes, it does make a difference.) And they always said that all of us were born the same way. We weren't. I was an accident of pleasure.  You were intended as the last hope of a generation.