galaxies collide and i cry at movies

My friend, jesse - who I know to be a deviant of sorts - led me to watch a clip about the Milky Way and some other galaxy colliding. After watching it all I could think about was how it's not something I can think about. Like - I do not have the ability to think of stars, which are really old light to me, intermingling with other stars. Or the possibilities of millions of life styles (literally) that would be ravaged by this cosmic occurrence. Which made me think....

Why the fuck do I give a shit about any of this dreck? If I'm a tiny being on one planet lit by one of some unthinkable number of stars with my own specific beliefs and anxieties and interests and loves then my existence is especially inconsequential. And I don't say this b/c I want anyone to say, "No you'll change the world" b/c that's not important to me anyway. But I'm just saying beyond the fact that it'll collide with another galaxy, the sheer size and science and scope of our galaxy should humble us to the point of inactivity. I don't know what to do with this thought.

I don't know what to do because sometimes, as I mentioned earlier, I am crippled with anxiety. Sometimes I am overcome with sadness listening to my Nana. Sometimes the ecstasy I feel during sex seems like it could fill 150 twin beds. I'll stop with my experience - imagine the epic tragedies of a murder in your family, broken homes from divorce, natural disasters, flu pandemics... Then there are the passions that pour out of us in times of controversies. Take the social rights movements in the last 30-40 years. I cannot fathom the hateful and hopeful energies that poured out of the Civil Rights Movement - "worlds" began and ended in this discussion.  Now? Sure it's illegal so still an issue; sure there are still huge passions directed in and around this subject. But we've moved onto other worries, i.e. gay marriage. Think of all the complications concerning these subjects, and then all the complications branching off of them, gender, race, etc. We are INCREDIBLY complicated. But - we/it/all that do(es)n't matter. I mean, right?

The problem is I don't have the capacity to think beyond my own society and to legitimately find issues like gay marriage unimportant. I cannot disengage with these things b/c I have overwhelming feelings about them. At the same time, I don't have the capacity to think about a galaxy, or a star, or light... All the things I think about yet I am still incredibly limited. I would love to see some kind of art that starts imagining new ways of being. And by "new ways" I mean making the words "new ways" inadequate.

I know this sounds trite, but in the end thinking about galaxies is legitimately an odd thing to think about. Maybe it's comedic b/c we have no other way to engage with it. Anyway - do you know about galaxies?