What drives me crazy isn't the universe, space, planets, or black holes, but rather who we are and what our existence means.
You speak of astronomy as if you understand everything you're saying, but in reality, we don't know anything about the simplest things. Even our own name as humans is something we created ourselves, along with our languages, alphabets, and numbers... all confined by our brains, which are just a mass inside your skull that receives electrical signals and sees nothing of reality.
How can anything be explained when the explanation itself is our own creation?
Perhaps even asking a question is itself a mistake.
Our sciences might be nothing but a joke, or ant dr