The stars, sun and moon were the jugglers and actors that performed the same drama every year in that sense.
Nice.
I wonder whether modern people don't notice the drama like ancient people did - and perhaps modern country dwellers do - simply because our view of the heavens is so hemmed in by townscapes. I happen to have a house with an extensive view to the west and I see the sun tracing the progress of the year nearly every evening. The sunsets creep from the Abberley Hills, halfway to the Clees, pause and return, and that's another tick in the age-old cycle over. It doesn't half put you in your place.