There is No meaning in the world, beyond what we give it. That's at once obvious, and then suddenly lonely, barren---what an odd response.
I suppose I m caught in a conflict of feeling. I mean, Often I've found myself pondering over some meaning.
No one else is aware of it.
But then if I'm the only one giving meaning, it's as if I'm the only one here.
Maybe that's why we try to get the other person to sense the same meaning---so we can have company.