I look for meaning to my life, but it’s dumb. It’s purely a human conceit, the need for there to be meaning in life. I love to lay out at night and look at the stars, really contemplating what I am seeing. It’s humbling and it temporarily eases my need for there to be some special meaning to my life. That does not diminish me in any way. It just helps put me in perspective. I love being a part of this grand universe. That’s pretty meaningful.