Meaning is something difficult. We, as human, see it as an important subject, but we create that importance by ourselves. It seems that searching for meaning is part of being human, that it’s in our DNA. Perhaps it is an evolutionary protection mechanism or just an accidental spur of our human intelligence or our consciousness.
As a result, we make that question a question worth asking. We think there may be a God, but why don’t we think there is a big brain in a barrel full of water which creates the whole world in his mind? With the whole big picture of the universe in our mind (not just our human picture of the world), we have to admit that it’s both as likely as possible.
Therefore the existence of meaning or a God, is highly uncertain. Maybe it’s a stupid question, if we would know everything about the universe and existence, maybe unimportant or maybe the biggest and best question. We are human, we are restricted, we don’t know.
The Idealist 