Stardust Sprinklers

From whence we as human civilization began and came into existence Still very little do we actually know to this day As only a partial bit of our history is yet to be uncovered And is then left up to academia to summise and best explain the reasoning behind From since long before the written form came into existence and was to be discovered Walls and cave's we're dorbed with primitive pictorial pictogram and Hieroglyphics All seem to follow and have a common thread Every single deity so long as able to looked up and sought for the answers In the Stars and Skies above Once the sun and daylight dissapears and darkness of night finally appears The Stars come out and proceed to illuminate like an open storybook Descending with it unto earth the Mythology of the God's and so to the origins of human creation And to this day why we as human beings still look up and tilt our head's and eyes skyward When we choose to go in search and search for the answers that we seek in order to make sense of the meaning of life itself An unfathomable unimaginable celestial firestorm on display combusting and imploding into a cosmic vacuum millions of light-years away invisible to the human naked eye Creating and leaving black holes reverberating in its wake bathing in it's afterglow as if it we're the dawning sun rising on the event horizon field of gold Providing comfort and a final everlasting resting place as even stars burn out and die when their time is up letting us know nothing lives forever not even the stars themselves All we need and wish to know is when our time on earth is up and we die Do we similarly die like stars destined to be swallowed hole so as an escape porthole can be opened to another dimension Or is that black hole a star creates simply awaiting new arrival's and slam's tight shut once we enter