we could learn a lesson from the stars… lights streaking in twilight, dancing delicately across the celestial hall, shaping tales told long ago instructing the direction of growth, all through their glory. each alone may drown out the rest, few luminous enough to entice devotion, collectively sketching eternity on an unending page. mortals illuminate the earthly cosmos, competing to shine the brightest wasting a limited clock to an unbeatable solo combat, in spite. constellations which bask down, reflecting mockery upon our juvenile conflicts, butting heads for what? it all ends the same…