At the monthly meeting of my atheist discussion group this week, we watched a video that presented interviews with various atheists about how they found meaning without believing in God.  Young and old, female and male, Western and not, these interviewees shared how even if God is not there, life is nonetheless meaningful.

     Although I do not doubt their words, am highly reluctant to define another person's sense of meaning, and strongly affirm the human capacity for choice, I do wonder about the idea of meaning and the human being.  In order for us to decide life has meaning, we must understand what meaning is.  And in order to understand what meaning is, we must be able to say, unequivocably and unreservedly, that we are meaningful.  We end up doing nothing more than agreeing with ourselves.
     And we still do not know what meaning is.