Me, I consist of wonderful flesh and resistant bones. I also have a je-ne-se-quoi about me. And trace elements! Don't forget trace elements! Selenium, I am high in!
I can also be very irritating, but overall people can live with me (except for zealous Jehovah's witnesses who feel I am well below them).
Nothing was different when I felt that I was "dust in the wind", except that I felt miserable.
It is so curious that people don't usually want to think of themselves as "star dust". No one wants to say, for example, "Gee, asteroid 12345HFASJL-34 travelled all the way from the Pleiades, hit the Earth, and its materials broke down into small particles. A bunch of nice plants with wonderful flowers grew on those, and then nice bees came in a sunny morning ("there went the sun") to pollinate. So there were fruits, that a gracious deer ate. A hunter found the deer and killed him to feed his five children. And one of them is me!" Instead, people want to think of themselves as dirt. As if dirt were not a good thing to have. Try "biblical" agriculture on solid rock.