^We're all cut from the same cloth, made of the same 92
   elements. We're born, we live, we die. No one is better than you
   or me. Not your boss, your teacher, your parents, your kids,
   your friends or your family. We are all born from the death of a
   star and to the elements we return, to be recycled. We are all
   the same. If anyone tries to make you feel abnormal, let it
   slide by you, for we are all made of the same stuff, and
   ignorance sometimes can't be helped. Be forgiving, for life is
   too short as it is and we'll all be wormfood soon enough.^