Life is meaningless, nothing you do matters and you’re going to die. (Too bad, so sad; go stick your head in the oven or deal with it and move on.) That’s not me being an atheist asshole, which I’m not, (not an atheist, anyway), that’s me stating a simple and incontrovertible fact. It’s not that I don’t believe in meaning, (everyone believes in meaning), it’s that I see and understand the certain impossibility of meaning. Meaning is knowably false. It cannot, in truth, exist.