One of the difficult things to cope with is our need for meaning. It's tempting to think that it's exogenous - if we look hard enough we'll find it "out there" somewhere. But now that we've looked under every rock and around every star we're starting to have to deal with the fact that it exists only inside our heads, and is socially constructed. But that doesn't mean it's not important. In some ways it lets us take ownership of the need to make meaning ourselves - to craft it.

To the universe, we're not special. To ourselves, we can be.