I don't know about you, but looking at stars and space scares me beyond belief.
We're all so small.
And space is so incomprihensible.
So infinate.
We're so unimportant to the spinning wold.
Space goes on.
When we die.
It is uneffected.
And life goes on. 
That is the scariest thing to think about. 
That everything continues. 
Even when we stop living with it.  
And space goes on.
Even when we stop seeing it.