The gift of a breeze is blood on a knife, a joker will tease and fill us with strife. To all who appease everything rife, discuss with me please… the meaning of Life?

I am amazed that humanity still searches for one grand meaning or intentional purpose to our existence. As if someone will discover a special significance beyond that which is inherently present within each and every one of us. I propose that “Life” has no meaning in and of itself, and thus, we are incapable of ever finding one, and should not, and would be foolish to… search for it.

One of the few characteristics that separate humanity from the animal kingdom is our ability for authorship. As humans, we can create information out of the thinnest air. That which resides in the misty clouds of imagination. We author and create our own meaning, and by doing so, we continually craft our own essence.

Nothing means anything unless…

A – We assign a meaning…
B – We discover a meaning…

Both situations require the existence of a code. Meaning cannot be known or communicated unless there is a thought riding upon a code which expresses one.

There is nothing to read from the cosmos friends. We simply observe and describe. Our description is made known through a codified representation of the thoughts about our observation. But the stars don’t speak to us. We simply observe and describe them… sometimes inferring and assigning meaning to our authorship about them.

If there is nothing to read, then there is no intentional meaning behind it. The clouds of the cosmos do not speak to us. If you think they do, then please describe the mechanism that allows you to communicate with them.

The “Laws of the Universe” were authored by mankind. They describe our observations and nothing more. They were not magically given to us by some unknown mechanism.

However… to the contrary… Life itself does require code. Nothing alive is without a genetic code. That code represents you, and hence, you are the self fulfilling physical embodiment of meaning behind the code that directed your creation. Beyond that, we as sentient beings, capable of grasping concepts of symbolic logic, are free to begin our own authorship. We create the meaning of life by observing and describing the unique reality that every one of us experiences as an autonomous individual.

But here is a riddle…

DNA is a code. All codes have authors. Who wrote it? We are the physical expression of the thought from one as of yet unknown, unseen and undetermined.