I’m an atheist without a supernatural bone in my body. When I die my “spirit” will extinguish into nothing forever.
This reality does not trouble me or cause me to wish that I denied death with some form of religion or spirituality, as do most of my 8 billion close cousins.
Given that I’m a mutant with defective reality denial genes, and therefore have nothing to look forward to beyond my brief life, how do I find meaning?
I find meaning by studying the origin of life on a rare planet, with its improbable evolution of complex life, and the singular emergence of a species with an extended theory of mind, and the improbability of being a member of that species alive at the peak of a brief 200 year period (out of 4,000,000,000) when we leveraged an improbable store of photosynthetically generated hydrocarbons to advance scientific knowledge and technology.
The fact that I’m writing this, and you’re reading this, is cause for awe and thankfulness.
Meaning comes from understanding why we can understand there is no meaning.