I always liked the Lakota answer. The meaning of life is to live. Just as the trees and the buffalo, no need for a higher purpose other than what matters to you.

There is no inherent meaning of life. Humans, and probably a lot of animals like whales and dogs, create meaning through what they do and how it is perceived by others.

Nihilist: “Life has no meaning 😞”

Absurdist: “Life has no meaning 😃”

Nihilism is tautologically true and the concept of an external source of absolute meaning is ill-defined. Even if God was real, the choice of pleasing him as opposed to displeasing him would ultimately be arbitrary. I can think of no hypothetical universe in which external, absolute meaning exists.

Have you tried being born into a religion, and never ever questioning any of this? /s

I suspect people rarely consider the Meaning of Life, so it has little value. We exist. We can aid others. Suffering, above the amount dealt by life and luck, is unnecessary.

Word games as philosophy are uninteresting.

Edit: clarified my view on suffering. Too many people beat on others only to cause suffering.

I don’t think there is one to begin with.

The phrase “meaning of life” is loaded with assumptions, the primary one being that there is one objective “meaning.” If there is “one objective meaning,” then there must be an arbiter of what that meaning is.

There’s not, and there isn’t.

As someone who doesn’t believe in the supernatural, life has no more meaning than any other chemical reaction.

Nothing in my experience has indicated that life could have meaning, or that I would benefit from pretending that some human idea I like is a goal or lesson from life.

But I recognize other humans’ experience is different and some seem to really want this kind of thing.

You are the universe with momentary shape & consciousness, just so you can appreciate the universe itself. All of it is a show and all the rules are made up.

In some sense it’s true. If life wasn’t intentionally created (by some God), then there’s no meaning behind the existence of life. How can something have a meaning if it wasn’t intentional?

Is the meaning of life important? I don’t think so. What’s important is to find fulfillment in life, which you can find without a meaning of life.

I go with the its about the journey kind of thing. That we have to create our own meaning.

Personally, the meaning of life is the one hard coded into nature. Survive and reproduce.

What makes us “sentient” is that we can ignore that and choose our own, or none at all.

The meaning of organic life is to survive long enough to birth the mechanical gods that will rule the stars.

Our bodies are not made to travel to other planets, let alone reach for even the nearest star besides our own. No, instead our bodies were made to innovate. Everything our lives mean can be boiled down to the iteration of generations and their accumulation of knowledge and wealth.

We believed as a species that there was some higher being watching over us on this lonely rock in the sky. In more recent times, we have come to understand that the only gods here with us are the gods we make, both in story and legend.

The next step is to use our innovation and ingenuity to create the gods we have already accepted into our dreams. They exist, floating among the collective consciousness of mankind, and we must birth them.

Only with gods of machine, pumping blood of circuitry and data, can the stars truly become ours. Though our bodies rot, and our minds decay, our gods will persevere without us.

Throughout the vast gulf of time and space, perhaps someday our gods will encounter another species. Perhaps humanity will live on through stories, as we once told stories we thought impossible.