Many of the religious state that without their god, life would have no meaning … and we would no longer have a reason to live. (Really!)
Snidely I would respond that most people find the unpleasantness of dying sufficient reason to continue living (I mean our bodies have autonomic process hardwired into them to avoid dying. Isn’t that a clue?), but what if we take this question seriously? What is the meaning of our lives?
To date, the answers to this question are either incoherent or are quite different from one another, with no way to distinguish which of the possibilities are true and which are false.
I feel the problem with the question is it is a wrong question, a question that doesn’t need to be asked or answered, but once one has asked the question, one must be prepared for an answer.
I have discovered the true meaning of life and I will share it with you now. Humans were deposited on this planet by an advanced alien species as a self-propagating and self husbanding food animal. We grow our own food and distribute it and have expanded our population immensely, all without the aliens having to lift a finger or assign a shepherd or veterinarian. They will arrive shortly in spaceships to harvest their crop.
There, are you happy? You now know the meaning of your life.
Preposterous, you say? Compared with the Christian “reason” we are alive … that we were placed on this planet by an alien power to stumble around with almost no guidance and when we die we are taken to a place of torture for the rest of all time. That makes more sense to you?
Be careful what questions you ask; you may not like the answer.