Will someone explain to me precisely why things have to have a meaning?
I'm not being flip or annihilationist.
But what's the matter with things as they are? Are they too scary? Are they too confusing? Are they too threatening?
When I whined to the doctor yesterday that I was feeling somehow overlooked in the process of trying to find a remedy for my ailments, he finally said what no diagnostician had said before -- that the relative importance of my specific ailment was not a high priority among those who had similar ailments. From the point of view of medical triage, I was not important enough for attention.
Naturally, I wanted to get fixed NOW. But the doctor's honesty was somehow more reassuring than all the polite verbal dancing that had preceded it in other doctors' offices. No more bullshit -- wait your turn.
I guess in one sense, that had some meaning.