Meaning is Just a Bunch of Stuff

Or so we've heard from Albert Camus, Jean-Paul Sartre, and every other existentialist who's ever had a bad day.

But seriously, folks, meaning is like trying to find your keys in the dark. You know they're somewhere, you feel 'em, but you can't quite put your finger on 'em.

Or maybe it's like trying to find your car in a crowded parking lot. You know it's around here, somewhere... probably.

Anyway, let's just say it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, dipped in existential dread.

But hey, if you're feeling particularly absurdist today, you can dive deeper into the rabbit hole of meaninglessness.