Infinite Questions

I often gaze at the stars

in the depths of night,

pondering the origins of it all.

It is said a violent birth,

an explosion of lights

that never ceases to expand.

It stirs in me a restlessness,

an insatiable thirst for answers.

Our existence is a mystery,

a puzzle beyond the grasp

of human understanding,

beyond the limits of science.

And if we are merely spectators

in the unfolding narrative of life,

witnesses to the infinite

journey of the universe,

would we ever wish

for the questions to cease?