Last night the sky was so perfectly clear that I stood outside for 15 minutes before I got home, and just stared at the stars.
The thing about stars is that they mean everything. They have been interpreted in literally every way possible, from controlling and dictating our personalities, to creating everything in the universe. They can make you feel tinysmall, like nothing you ever do will matter in the vastness of the cosmos. Or they can make you feel huge, because out of all of the particles in the vastness of the cosmos, a few billion decided to come together and form you.
(Youtube is just full of such terrible videos, how did we even cope in the mid-2000s?)