Largely, there is no meaning to be found “out there somewhere.” There is no coming utopia in this life, no perfect religion, politic, ideology, or moral code that will sort out the senselessness of the world. Like all before and after us, we get this brief time to “strut and fret our hour upon the stage” knowing that, “Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Consequently, it is up to the ones doing the living – up to us – to enter the absurdity, to see the world for how it really is, and to make meaning of it all.