It doesn’t have to mean anything. That’s what he said. There’s something in me that disagrees. When I think about what it takes to survive in life, my impression is that there must be a value or idea to grasp onto, like a point on the horizon to focus on while in turbulent waters. If there is nothing, I imagine myself lost at sea under a starless sky beholden to currents and waiting for the direction of sunrise. I can choose what things mean to me, and more importantly, I get to choose how I respond. I wish I could be gracious, but I think he’s an asshole and needs to put down the Nietzsche and pick up Frankl.