How human beings have been looking at the very same stars and thinking the same things for so long. And how there must be life up there, same as here, and whatever it's like, it's looking at us. Do we shine? Are we part of some pattern in somebody else's night sky - a projection of their imaginations and wonderings. We're part of something incredibly wonderful -- more marvelous than we imagine or can imagine. We ought to go out and look at it once in a while so we don't lose our place in it.
That paragraph somehow summarizes how I feel whenever I stargaze. That's taken from a book I've read years ago.
Stargazing makes me feel small, in a wonderful way. It makes me appreciate how small humans are in the vastness of the universe.