I remember lying on my back in the fields on clear nights as a youth. The Milky way spreading out. Or nights camping in the desert where a series of wakings gets knitted together in my memory and the universe moves, wheeling above me. This is a grand feeling, expansive and free.
The focus can turn, looking from the immensity down to me. Not so grand now. Tiny and insignificant, I flinch, move my mind away grab some mundane.