This is like a mix of Hieronymus Bosch and Rob Gonsalves while having none of the nice parts from either (I’m a big fan of both but can’t say I like this, in a serious way).

All of your farts are the farts of millions of your gut bacteria.

I SAY!

I fart stardust.

Thank you however, for the amazing image that came with the post.

Praise Terry Gilliam, who also created OP’s pic. Part of the MPFC intro animation iirc, which also included the clown doctor (a precursor to The Meaning of Life’s Birth scene) which I cannot find a pic or GIF of anywhere.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it for a bit, just sit there with that lungful of air.

Inside your chest, you have at least one molecule that came out of Julius Caesar’s expiring breath, the one which halfway went out his back cause of all the holes he spontaneously got for a repetitive reason.

That’s just his one last breath. In your lungs.

Every ex you swore you’d never see again has breathed some of the air in your chest. So has Barack Obama, William Shakespeare, Murasaki Shikibu, Vincent Van Gogh, Usain Bolt, the girl across town you like, Elon Musk, even Hitler, every last human alive or dead, has had air in your chest right now.

Most animals, every plant, every whale and every turtle.

And its all just circulating.

And it’s only borrowed.

You can give it back now.

Every breath you take has a few atoms that belonged to Hitler. Matter gets around.

Oh… for a second there when I had only seen the title I thought you were on shrooms

We’ve all probably farted stardust… from the star man waiting in the sky. Or sub atomic particles that used to be iridium

It would probably be a miracle if you hadn’t re-farted some molecules.