Which is not meaning at all, merely transitory preference. While ultimately disappoints. The finiteness of death precludes all meaning. Even Sartre acknowledged this when he stated that, for any meaning, finite man must have an infinite reference point. "All is vanity under the sun".
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Which is self-vitiating to the supposed autonomous, finite man without God.
“Transitory preference” is okay by me. Whatever universal meaning you envision is nothing more than a similar ephemera. Your belief in it becomes your purpose and defines your meaning, but that significance is always “realized” in some other vague, undefined realm.
In the Here And Now, I am free to make whatever meaning I choose, just as you are. If life has no meaning, neither does death. So I’ll CHOOSE to live. For no better reason than I choose to.